
I believe during a poets life the love that flows from his pen paints many pictures and tells many tales. As he looks back on his life however the fire in his heart burned for only one. Her heart is visible in every painting and every tale.
For many years of my life I poured out my body upon this Earth trying to find happiness, and I found nothing that made me whole. I felt complete for the first time when I looked into the eyes of the woman that showed me what love is. That was the first moment in my […]
There are sins of the flesh, but nothing equals the love and intimacy when two hearts completely mesh.