This is my book of poetry that I hope to eventually publish with photos. |
| I love you and care for you. If you feel the same way, why don't you show me today? In your eyes an eagle flies. On your face there are no lines to trace. Your hair, it's true, is where I'd love to run my fingers through. And your lips are what I'd love to kiss. Your arms I can't fight the urge to have them hold me tight. There is no other like you...and this, my love, is true. N.A.K.S. |