Sunday, December 31, 2017

Mixing red, yellow, and blue

Her eyes. They burn into mine,
So I only look for a moment at a time.

A lovely bird singing her song of joy or sadness,
She can be ready to fly or ready to create a nest,
Of baby birds.

She is one of a kind.

Have you ever noticed a woman's voice,
Is like a song she sings when she speaks and you are in love?