It the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance,Its the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance, Its the one who wont be taken that who cannot seem to give,and the sole afraid of dying that never learns to live. when the night has been to lonely and the road has been to long,and you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong, just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows, lies the seed that with the suns love, in the spring becomes the rose.
jane
28th February 2011
A sunbeam to warm you,
A moonbeam to charm you,
A sheltering angel, so nothing can harm you dunc.all
my love dunc, mum.
sheltering
jane
22nd February 2011
missing you so much son. i would dearly love to see your bonnie face.
jane
6th February 2011