The Art of the Healing Passion
One by one,
each kiss of your lips,
begins to grieve,
but nothing quite like the love,
is what it seems,
but the love to me as a story,
is the art of the healing passion,
in red rose ink.
YOU ARE READING
That doesn't ring a bell
FantasíaSomething you've said can either be remembered or forgotten, And in the back of our minds, We look back on those memories, And wondered what it was like back, In the old times, But for now, That doesn't ring a bell.
