She danced with her prince in the cool night’s air
A dream where everyone would stare
For she had found her Prince Charming who had answered her prayer

~Stacy M. Lugo

Excess on occasion is exhilirating. It prevents moderation from acquiring the deadening effect of a habit.

~W. Somerset Maugham

Red White & Blue

When in the course of human events…

All the gold which is under or upon the earth is not enough to give in exchange for virtue.

Plato

They danced in the emerald green meadow
Each grass blade tickling their feet
Both cheeks flushed red from the summer’s heat

~Stacy M. Lugo

Happy is the hearing man; unhappy the speaking man.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Her eyes were turquoise and sparkly

Her complexion white as ivory

Her hair curly as ivy

~Stacy M. Lugo

Like a diamond in the rough

And she knew her stuff

For knowledge is the key to independence

~Stacy M. Lugo

Like the seasons of our lives, our kisses, at first, reign precious, without pretense. With physical maturity they acquire urgency, burning and restless. Experience tempers them, sharpens them, giving them focus and advantage over youth, until the chill of that final season when, in their perfection, they seal the bond between love and goodbye.

~Jodi Diderrich

The wind blows hard, the waves peak high, the sea show its wrath ~ they tightly cling together to the steady mast~ their journey takes them through the whirl to the island of their youth, there they drink rum on ice, gathering shells under the moon ~

~Suzanne Simonovich