My Darling  And this child within; Sometimes gets trapped in thoughts: “Wish I knew what his heart was feeling.” Love is a wilderness that cannot be tamed. This child within,  Sometimes dances to his subtle tunes; it seems. She plays with fire, the same way he plays with words. This child within, lives in the present with great respect for the past; Everybody knows how to walk through fire. But to recall a burning heart without the flame; It takes a gypsy’s soul  – This child within, Surrendered to her anger, but her rage disappeared, Before the hour-glass was through. … Continue reading My Darling