You have been every kind of woman to me.
Naughty imbrace face to face.
Suckling and giving lifes growing branches to taste.
My highschool sweet heart---
We made our choice, loveing, our art.
Hide and seek, secret hiding places each week.
Gradually it came we were so much the same.
Continually into it, in to it. a birthing expectation. Now solidarity.
A promise to keep!
My very, very very best friend in deed, planting the seeds of love.
How much more? Gods love instore.
Three grown girls given seven.
This is truly heaven!!
From the very first planting our crop grows dear
(11200014) Copyright © 6/16/2005 David Doering
