I wake each morning she’s close by I know her love she mine. Many hours spent here watching geese fly in out clicking pictures to remind of sweet times. She always knew the way back home I always knew she’s close by my faithful friend.
On a bright sunny day fall met summer in art and the rest is history..
Imagine what an eye says listen closely you’ll hear she is content to be loved and to love unconditionally. Now, just what more can be so precious and dear with not a single word spoken in return?