Sweet Moonflower

What sweetness you hold, and I am the lucky one, for I can see your beauty with my eyes. I touch ever so gently with my fingertips, your petals, the color of the moon, swoon!

…soft to the touch, like a kiss from the lips of my beloved.

Old souls

I feel like I can dream or think about anything here…the ocean and my spirit are one. So connected, that no words spoken are even enough to convey the love I feel. We are old souls, whispering to each other secrets of days gone by and days to come. I am here…waiting for you to join me.

Love’s Innocence


I found a flower and I wanted you to have it. I know flowers make you smile, especially when you weren’t expecting them. You have that innocence about you that makes loving you so worthwhile. You don’t ask for much, a gentle touch, a whisper of “I love you” as you nod off to sleep. So sweet you are, I would gladly give you my heart over and over again.