you
and me...
Lady Wind, through rustling leaves,
where she doth blow, they go...
Love's like oxygen
It does not have to be pure...
I know I am not the first person you have ever...
And yet, I might not be your last...
I wanna hold hands with you and passionately kiss...
© 2025 David P Carroll...
If it will, then let it be—
let it bloom where the quiet hums...
Maybe finding someone to share everything with is not the point. |
I needed you like the desert needs rain, to fill the cracks on the surface and nourish the deep soil. |
I am not a stranger |