The road of "about," leads only to the house of "never." Near the spring nobody dies of thirst.
SpanishI never did have much, so having it rough came with the territory. I was conditioned for it.
Bitter BloodYou're my love, you're my lighthouse; and the sea is rough and in the dark days.
Love Poems: Love Conquers AllYou're my love, you're my lighthouse; and the sea is rough in the dark days.
Love Poems: Love Conquers All