Two little birds sitting on the wire, if they are a couple, I guess the one fluffing its wings is the female and the stoic looking one the male 😉
You are the love of my life.
I knew I loved you,
the first time my eyes beheld yours.
Watching the parade of bikers from the window, the vibrating, heavy drone of the machines gave Maggie a thrill.
Though her dad warned her severally to keep away from the loud bunch, there was something about them that excited her and she simply couldn’t resist wanting to be around them, especially that handsome rascal Rafael.
His rich laugh, long locks, and twinkling eyes warmed her insides every time he came to their pub and spared her a glance with that steady look in his eyes’.
Tonight was special, she just knew it. She had sprayed her vanilla mist perfume liberally, let her lustrous hair down and wore her pretty dress that gave her cleavage some boost.
The city’s festival lights have been lit, the mistletoes’ hung, soon the boy’s will troop into the pub for their round of drinks. Rafael is in for a surprise.
Kate sighed in pleasure, sipping her cup of tea and listening to her mother tell the hallmark love story of her grandparents.
No matter how many times she heard the same story, it never failed to satisfy and she hoped that someday she would find the kind of love that they had shared.
Grandpa Robert, a handsome sweet talker had fallen in love with Daisy May, the Sheriff’s daughter on his regular trucking trip through town.
Young Robert had convinced Daisy to elope with him, leaving behind an arranged marriage and an irate father.
He kept his promise to take Daisy places that she had never been before and for many years to come, they covered long miles together; even their first child, Maisie was born on the road.
Though its original owners had long passed on – mere week’s of each other’s death – the old truck’s head still sat in its’ prized position. As integral to the land as the homestead that they had built.