The night is the balm for the wounded soul!
Never stop when you are tired. Stop when you are done!
And on cold wintry nights she loves listening to Elvis croon 'Are you lonesome tonight?' just as I do.
Sunrises and sunsets were breathtaking moments in his life. Moments of exhilaration and ecstasy. Deeply moving moments when he would dream. Dreams that splashed myriad colors on his mind's gray canvas!
She says she loves me infinity power infinity power infinity into infinity! And I look at the sky, smile, and 'sigh!
I want to read you every night. I want to take you to bed with me : your words, your thoughts, your mind, your body and your soul.
You made a poet fall in love with the world.