I Love to Write “An Exploration of Moon and Love” I do, so desire to be the rain. Each droplet a sonnet to your skin. A gentle nurture to wash away your pain. If only to touch you, again and again. Alone, I am still. Alone, reality strikes Alone, agape love; so...This is a truncated preview of the original post. Press here to view the full post. Post Comment Receive notifications Add a comment...
