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...
If it will, then let it be—
let it bloom where the quiet hums...
To be known—
not as the world names me...
On Mother's Day
We tell you how much we...
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 |