Can I have a penny for your thoughts to help me change mine? Mind racing every quarter of the time with you. A true sense of sensitive sentences sentenced and collected in cents. Hence I refrain to doll her up when she is her own, royalty, a queen. Dream made as the scenery of green fields stretching heaven’s scape relayed to display reflective perfection. Imagination wild, giving proper perception with the vision of a blind man. Standing amazed in awe as I amass the incite from my beating heart. Dark days met unfolded and tossed, stacked against odds. Knobs turned, door now open to find the treasure. Pictured before me the tales unknown, unwavering in mystery cast between lots of eternity. The riches of love.
Riches of Love