TM ( / England)

While You Are Gone

How could I possibly feel blue
When your love is so sweet & true
While you are gone I shall think of you
And our love which blooms as roses true

User Rating: 5,0 / 5 ( 2 votes ) 1

Rudyard Kipling

If

Comments (1)

I just love roses, you might have guessed..; -) Andy 10