Her hair gives dawn it's fire, her eyes give dusk her soul" He knew how to use his voice to melt a girl's heart, to make a girl want to believe. I steeled myself against the seductive words. "Excuse me?" "It's a line of poetry describing a beautiful girl, one who doesn't seem to know it.
Elizabeth ChandlerHe can't remeber who he is or where he lives." "Well that's convenient." "Not when it rains.
Elizabeth ChandlerI glanced up at him. "I love things that are beautiful when you don't expect them to be.
Elizabeth ChandlerHer hair gives dawn it's fire, her eyes give dusk her soul" He knew how to use his voice to melt a girl's heart, to make a girl want to believe. I steeled myself against the seductive words. "Excuse me?" "It's a line of poetry describing a beautiful girl, one who doesn't seem to know it.
Elizabeth Chandler