Some things grow more graceful with age and to me this is one of them. A well maintained Victorian mansion can be the backdrop to many love stories past and present.This is my take on the dream house I will never own and thats ok.At least I can weave a romantic spell around the dream house in my mind.I just weaved my own take on this beautiful house and the couple that was soon to be wed.

Our Wedding.

My husband proposed to me on Feb second. Yesterday was our anniversary of that day. A poem about this special day.

As christians we should, more than anything, want to see God.

Sometimes you can be as rich as a millionaire without having two wooden nickels to rub together. In doing just that all you are going to get is slivers in your fingers.
But you also can be rich as you want as long as you have someone next to you that really loves you.But you can also lose all your riches in a blink of an eye or one wrong word spoken.More or less writing a dream I once had that never came full circle but will make for a good poem.

Love Story.

Love can come in all shapes ,sizes and not always fair.It can be permanet or on a temperary basis.Love also is felt differently from one person to another as we all know.Just fluff poetry written since Ive been gone awhile and getting back in the grove of writing again.

If I knew then, what I know now…

Tomorrow.

The pleasure of the dating game.