Fri, 30 March 2007
She's the one you love when you want sanity when that crowd you run with eats your soul when the routine life is all uncertainty -- then you love the woman who exacts no toll. You love her because she doesn't ask you to give she's like a bright stroke of lightning, like the waiting earth and she holds a piece of your heart...a shard of ice, a flake of stone... That sturdy bit of sanity in a churning world the live and let live woman, blood, flesh and bone.... (c)2005 Binnings ALL RIGHTS RESERVED |