WHAT IF I LOVE YOU FOREVER, REALLY MEANS FOR A LONG, LONG, TIME?
CUP OF SCISSORS A gift of words I give onto her. A Lady I did chance to met, or better yet contrive an introduction, My words I did prattle and perhaps rattle, but then an invitation I did receive. U pon a window sill there sits a cup of white with scissors red slanting at rest, One could write of... Sign in to see full entry.