Oh how I love the smell of pine sauntering in an open fire.
Something I must desire,
Even if you were just a sheepish liar.
But even on a warm summer's eve,
When I think of thee,
it reminds me home is so far away from me.
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 11:37 AM UTC
Oh how I love the smell of pine sauntering in an open fire.
Something I must desire,
Even if you were just a sheepish liar.
But even on a warm summer's eve,
When I think of thee,
it reminds me home is so far away from me.