Seasons Come

Seasons come they do change Frosting all way down the lane No one sees, no one does Know the answers Of this unconditional love. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2017

Did You See Me?

Did you see me? Were you able to tell me All that needs to be said All that is held close No heartache, no dread. Did you see me? Did you feel my heart skip a beat My breath intake When I looked Looked at all the beauty. Did you see me? Will you help me Climb into the...