
Coo Me My Dove
By Mairo-the-Poet: Our love At its coolest should be hotter than an iron stove At its sweetest much sweeter than honey. Let roses sprout from the gentleness of our soft noon Let the primrose stand guard at our feet Where…
By Mairo-the-Poet: Our love At its coolest should be hotter than an iron stove At its sweetest much sweeter than honey. Let roses sprout from the gentleness of our soft noon Let the primrose stand guard at our feet Where…