In love, should I be, in an embracing breeze, that graces my cheeks and my nose in the afternoon...Out, over the ocean......I miss you...
I remind of the longing in me, for the lady, should I call, should I write? Buffoon......
That the bind I hope for that is strung, tween my heart and her smile shall one day allow the embrace I want so much to feel just once more, only once to see the passion in the green eyes of kindness; I was so wrong......Peace
