Some days are better than others.
Some days I wonder why I even arose
It's a misty morning, and I am without compass or trustworthy friend.
But at the end of the day
I find my way home
And you wrap your love around me
I am in your circle of light
And all that matters is you.
A bad day is forgotten.
Besos,
my Little Lovely Girl
Monday, December 03, 2012
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