Sometimes, I think of you..
Probably more often than I should, and there are some things I would do to keep you in my presence, to hold you tight.
You are lovely. We are Loving, together…in my imagination.
Imagine.
Sometimes, I think of you..
Probably more often than I should, and there are some things I would do to keep you in my presence, to hold you tight.
You are lovely. We are Loving, together…in my imagination.
Inside The Mind of a Black Artist 