Hide your heart, with open arms, impaled on a thorn, piercing your core. It's just a rose, a beautiful rose. Take heart, my dear, take heart. How the petals do fall, and gently fade. It's just a rose, a beautiful rose.
There are million words Without sentences There are a thousand sentences Without meaning Within those sentences are Commas and periods All ending in question marks
I gaze upon your beauty Breathtaking in its wonder I lie nestled in exquisite solitude Beholding your majesty King to my Queen In hushed reverence Dominating my vision Noble in simplicity I surrender myself to your moment Giving up my heart Abandoning all sensibility Knowing you will never forsake me Lulled by the gentle flooding Of desire to never leave this place Or your fascination
(C) Pixievic
In holiday in one of my favourite places ..... The title is the Welsh name for where I am Anglesey - North Wales