Walk with me through the wild winddown the path, overgrownto the secret garden with my heartbeatto smell the roses of home. Sing with me of Old Englandin the shadow of our homeof green valesof pale wedding veilsas we smell the roses of home. Dance with me as the sun setspleasure slides down our throatswe laughContinue reading “Roses of Home”
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