I like the way you’re dreaming.Sometimes You remaind me on a Rose.
Once I wrote a poem to You about a rose..I am so sorry You wasn’t there to read it.
It was not meant to be.So far I see that so clearly,BRIGHTly..I miss You more then I can bear it so I am jumping from one site to another.I have no more selfconfident.But I do believe in our Love.
To breath into…air?empty space?dream?
Be blessed eternally my adored!