I stole her heart, and she let me get away with it.
Image: In The Gloaming by Dennis B Tonight, the prince lies pallid on the night sky; the wind is still. Through the wispy clouds, my sweetheart calls me; the princess kissing the prince. The branches of the sturdy fir cast its shadow on the prince’s face, a ripple on his calm face. Yet she continues … Read more April 27th – Wither