I don’t have much but sunsets and poems to remember you with.
LEON MARSHI don’t have much but sunsets and poems to remember you with.
LEON MARSHIt snows like the sky wants to burst for once to meet his earth.
LEON MARSHYour eyes are my favorite book where all of my comforts lie.
LEON MARSHI love you as much as one person can love another, as much as this heart can hold without breaking.
LEON MARSHArt is mostly a long stroll in the wilderness of one’s own heart.
LEON MARSHA river that flows holds no grudges so you don’t either.
LEON MARSHYour hair on my skin feels like gentle brushstrokes of a wind.
LEON MARSHIn this wild world, flowers remind us we can blossom and still be soft.
LEON MARSHYour eyes hold stars this world doesn’t know about yet, show them.
LEON MARSHYour smile is an art no one should ever get hold of.
LEON MARSHOur love like a sunset was short-lived but complete.
LEON MARSHIt’s in the wilderness where the most rooted trees grow.
LEON MARSHJust admire her heart you don’t have to necessarily understand it.
LEON MARSHJust look at the sun who leaves with a smile so his love could shine.
LEON MARSHYou got to love them but not as much as you ought to love yourself.
LEON MARSHHome is you, me and, the road with books for life.
LEON MARSH