By: Linda M. Crate the pale of the moon fading into night that was our love, and you just let it go blow away like some fog resting on the heartbeat of the lake; you were not the man you…
By: Linda M. Crate the pale of the moon fading into night that was our love, and you just let it go blow away like some fog resting on the heartbeat of the lake; you were not the man you…