Author Information
The warmth of your love
Now It was the turn of desolate and dreary Mountains, where the gods gently whisper to the lonely heart. More the whispers were audible..sharp that it turned, the saddle rock..steeper it lured me into to its peak. The dessent down met the night..the mist covered the moon, the haze trickled down the feary fire that scorched the fowl. Still the heart craved for warmth which no blanket could render. The warmth of your love..
