la palabra que crece con los otros...
longing for romance
the morning shines
if I would not wait for it
my heart may cry
that inexplicable something ..very nice ..
I could feel the yearning...lovely, and the photograph, too!
Sandra, what a nice way to spend the morning. I am not a morning person and definitely do not think of romance so early.Sandra's heart, please don't cry. Romance will come to her.:-)..
you make me smile Jim !
yes, yearning is a perfect word...& hopeful too.
We must go where we find love. Do not cry but go.
the longing for the morning and romance is evident! neatly done! :)
what a lovely poem and picture...anytime is good for romance...morning or otherwise...
some kind of thought i have as i start my morning barefoot in the kitchen, sipping coffee.....
the earth tilts in its orbit, longing for love. and so each morning comes fresh with light and blossom.These lines were so lovely. (just curious if you wrote them in Spanish first?)
no Gabrielle.......I did not....:)
This one made me ache just a little... loved the push pull, the feeling of love and the feeling of longing...~April
Simple, sweet, yet moving!
... in my youth I must confess, morning love was the best. Old age came too soon, now I sleep until noon. ... I enjoyed the reminder, well said!
"morning" may begin when you wake up...:) but I must confess that I love morning hours..!
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that inexplicable something ..
very nice ..
I could feel the yearning...lovely, and the photograph, too!
Sandra, what a nice way to spend the morning. I am not a morning person and definitely do not think of romance so early.
Sandra's heart, please don't cry. Romance will come to her.
:-)
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you make me smile Jim !
yes, yearning is a perfect word...& hopeful too.
We must go where we find love. Do not cry but go.
the longing for the morning and romance is evident! neatly done! :)
what a lovely poem and picture...anytime is good for romance...morning or otherwise...
some kind of thought i have as i start my morning barefoot in the kitchen, sipping coffee.....
the earth tilts in its orbit, longing for love. and so each morning comes fresh with light and blossom.
These lines were so lovely. (just curious if you wrote them in Spanish first?)
no Gabrielle.......I did not....:)
This one made me ache just a little... loved the push pull, the feeling of love and the feeling of longing...
~April
Simple, sweet, yet moving!
... in my youth I must confess, morning love was the best. Old age came too soon, now I sleep until noon.
... I enjoyed the reminder, well said!
"morning" may begin when you wake up...:) but I must confess that I love morning hours..!
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