Don’t Bring Me Roses The cold mistral wind blows across the bay,Where the fog lies kissing the mountainside.Our hearts and hands entwined, we find our wayTo the place where our deepest hopes abide. On those long winter nights, we sang in tuneWaiting for Venus and Mars to align.Whispering vows by the light of the moonSavoring,Continue reading “Don’t Bring Me Roses”
