Wrinkle of Love
In the wrinkles of your hands I see not age but beauty, a story whose ebbs and flows bring tears For I know it must end before I am ready to let go -J
Flower of Sun
For my Gramms -J
In the wrinkles of your hands I see not age but beauty, a story whose ebbs and flows bring tears For I know it must end before I am ready to let go -J
For my Gramms -J