Speak of happiness as flowers do even when it rains.
LEON MARSHSpeak of happiness as flowers do even when it rains.
LEON MARSHLove looks good on you never let them make you feel otherwise.
LEON MARSHHappiness is to just read some good books and someone to share them with.
LEON MARSHOur love like a sunset was short-lived but complete.
LEON MARSHHer smile is sunshine on a loud winter afternoon.
LEON MARSHYour hair on my skin feels like gentle brushstrokes of a wind.
LEON MARSHI love you as much as one person can love another, as much as this heart can hold without breaking.
LEON MARSHHome is you, me and, the road with books for life.
LEON MARSHTrees have heard the echoes mountains have cried in despair all alone.
LEON MARSHYour smile is an art no one should ever get hold of.
LEON MARSHShe smells of thousands of sunsets and wines with a foreseeable goodbye.
LEON MARSHMost of the things he did were naive but he read books and he sure loved her right.
LEON MARSHA river that flows holds no grudges so you don’t either.
LEON MARSHIt is a lonely thing to do to stare at the stars and see poetry.
LEON MARSHYou are wine I could do without but don’t know how to.
LEON MARSHI don’t have much but sunsets and poems to remember you with.
LEON MARSH