One can indeed sense the thoughts of others and you know when you share the space in someone's heart. He loves me ...he loves me not. The daisies were very apropos:)
Beautiful poetry, Denise:)
One can indeed sense the thoughts of others and you know when you share the space in someone's heart. He loves me ...he loves me not. The daisies were very apropos:)
Beautiful poetry, Denise:)
Thank you so much, Pryde ❤️
One always has a sense of those things. He loves me, he loves me not... I came up short again. I pulled of all the petal of the flowers. Now I need to get more tomorrow!
Thanks so much! xoxo
Mine have been on order for a long time:)