Your arms are my safe place like a tree for a bird in the rain.
LEON MARSHYour arms are my safe place like a tree for a bird in the rain.
LEON MARSHIt’s in the wilderness where the most rooted trees grow.
LEON MARSHYou are wine I could do without but don’t know how to.
LEON MARSHIf I were to die and become the star I would just twinkle to see you all the time.
LEON MARSHShe spent time planting flowers in her heart now they bloom as they smile.
LEON MARSHMost of the things he did were naive but he read books and he sure loved her right.
LEON MARSHLove is mostly easy at night, it is morning you got to learn about.
LEON MARSHOur love like a sunset was short-lived but complete.
LEON MARSHIt is a lonely thing to do to stare at the stars and see poetry.
LEON MARSHHer smile is sunshine on a loud winter afternoon.
LEON MARSHShe is the sound of the rain kissing a river with all the colors of the spring.
LEON MARSHYour smile is an art no one should ever get hold of.
LEON MARSHShe looks like a summer people spend lives dreaming about.
LEON MARSHJust admire her heart you don’t have to necessarily understand it.
LEON MARSHA snowy night with fine wine and an old dusty book, a perfect place to be once in a while.
LEON MARSHTrees have heard the echoes mountains have cried in despair all alone.
LEON MARSH