A Letter To A Beauty.

Word,words,words,words,words, cannot in my humble unskilled hands do justice to the visionĀ I see before me. I don’t know whether to kiss your hand or grovel meekly at your feet. I don’t know if your smile is real or faked, or why your eyes are straight, as your hair not curly but smooth and shiny, andContinue reading “A Letter To A Beauty.”