When words are not enough.

Flowers to remind us, 
that we are blossoms emerging,
for each heart, there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under heaven,
John you ever inspire,
of your heart we never tire. 

Let us sway, 
walk this way,
those lips still speak
and talk this way.
Just give him a kiss. 

10, 000 miles, 
or more,
I’m going away,
doves and weeping,
our hearts are memories keeping.

Anytime you want to,
with that groovy kind of love,
anytime at all, 
start that shiver,
kiss those lips.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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