Roses spices and onions skins off Richie ride me back home there's nowhere to hide from your love. ~~~~~ I thought I could find a place not to think of you for one day, so I went to the kitchen for a soup there was nothing to eat but pasta sauce and there you were in front of me up in the spices I had to use in place of meat on bone for boiling a soup.
Heating up battled water added cento tomato and the sauce all kinds of spices; parsely real sea salts garlic pepper a pinch of taco spice wild cilantro, a garlic squized and cloves (no basil) cayene pepper did the magic lemon juice added the final punch for my Mexican soup; added a few granes bazmati rice found, added a white onion slice and blessed as I felt "I cried me a river for you" and The White Cliffs of Dover songs came to mind to console me as I broke shrinking down the stinking onion was me and noone to share my soup I turned stove top off to go wipe face off and entering the bedroom I tripped knees on the red floor unconsolable crying.
Yes the room was filled with roses wild and roses red! and again you made my day. I felt so blessed to have held so many of your treasures in arms to see my hands half full with roses and half full with bittersweet spices beheld. Upon my bed a heart was carved inscribed in tiny little red rose buds and purple hearts in your words "I love you"
I craweled to reach the bed careful not to disturb the million roses nor bleed feet with their thurns as they layed artisticly everywhere room full of roses, I wept there caressed by your roses spices and songs hugged all night long. by insomnia bug
Oh please my darling Old Richie "ride me back home." there's nowhere to hide from your love. ~~~~~~~~~ Karijinbba-03/2020. Copy Rights
Thank you for your healing romantic love even if you now this love to another you give only because it fell from my hands. I love you more.
Sunsets every eve Sunrises every morn Day splashes light in dark Seeds peep out in hurry Birds tweet in joy-full song Departure needs forgiveness Arrival bows in norm O’ my Lord! Bless me ---------------
My dear mother passed away on Monday, June 19, 2017. May Allah (God) bless her with Jannah. Amen!
Rosé makes me romantic I guess Because it's pink And it makes me tipsy Like love should I guess... And it reminds me of The wilting pink roses On my coffee table Cute love I guess... It becomes less than cute Because I bought those flowers For myself Oh, by the way.