The distant gaze
Of the rose in bloom
The total stranger
Walking into a room.
The Loving eyes
Of a mother to child
In these Dear things
You find I will hide.
‘I am the Angel of Sweetness’
79 Sweetness
The distant gaze
Of the rose in bloom
The total stranger
Walking into a room.
The Loving eyes
Of a mother to child
In these Dear things
You find I will hide.
‘I am the Angel of Sweetness’