Wake me with a kiss,
and stir my dreams with lips brush.
Might that I feel–
the soft, tender press–of loves flower.
Between the unturned  pages
of my heart

Charles Coakley Simpson

3 responses

  1. Schöner Text,wünsche ein schönes Wochenende.Liebe Grüße Gislinde

    January 11, 2014 at 6:49 am

  2. Hope you doing well and the New Year brings you happines….

    January 15, 2014 at 1:09 am

  3. This is very talented Blog,i have a big pleasure to be here ,Take care,EM

    March 22, 2014 at 7:54 am

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