When lucky in love Life is not rocky; When unlucky Each past moment can be a nightmare. Life is a play When love is sweet Kisses can last even one hour; When sour You may curse even the loveliest tweet. Life is intriguing. When life is based on trust Your heart and soul …
Daily Archive: August 4, 2012
Aug 04 2012
She was my queen
I saw her cold eyes, I touched her angry sweat, I tasted her mischievous kisses, I quickly learned then the signs of a threat. Yet, I still loved her, She was my queen, There was something about her, That always made me act like a teen. Poem by Lucio Muñoz Vancouver, BC, Canada …




