Ah, Joan, my dearest Joan, how fair you are With your cornflower eyes and rose bud lips, Your golden wheat hair veiled in posies and lace.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
I dreamed I was a star. I dreamed all night of you. You are the one I love. The one I want. So, I became a spark.
By Denise Larkin4 years ago in Poets
