the gray of winter drapes over it feels like love went away on a cruise as you long for its return buckle up your shoes embrace the chill...

out shines her dimple, and her eyes crinkle her voice fills the room, echoes of love from our plume maybe it really is that mere ‘fill...

strings and sound is my home gentle picking along the frets a melody that's known scattered vocals amidst conversations giggles and...