Nov 2016
Small marraige of fire and moonstone
Autumn lingers in her auburn hair
Perfection steers her eyes
Each movement the proud voyage
On my ship of words
Autumn lingers in her auburn hair
Perfection steers her eyes
Each movement the proud voyage
On my ship of words
A small love poem , written so long ago... I cannot remember the lady it was meant for...! This does happen from time to time...
