I hid my heart in a nest of roses, Out of the sun’s way, hidden apart; In a softer bed then the soft white snow’s is, Under the roses, I hid my heart. Why would it sleep not? Why should it start, When never a leaf of the rose-tree stirred? What made sleep flutter his […]
Maturity is not when we start speaking big things. Its when we start understanding small things.Each one of you are precious to me! I am so blessed to have you in my life and I love each one of you! Wishing you a beautiful Christmas & a Happy New Year!