I have a story to tell, both sweet and sour, Of moments filled with joy, and those of dark hour. It starts with a tale of love, tender and true, Yet hurdles awaited, as love often do. In the depths of spring’s embrace, I first met, A whirlwind of
I have a story to tell, both sweet and sour, Of moments filled with joy, and those of dark hour. It starts with a tale of love, tender and true, Yet hurdles awaited, as love often do. In the depths of spring’s embrace, I first met, A whirlwind of