As I walk the beach with my friends, music plays, seagulls cry ~ butterflies come where we rest, the sun catches their wings before it sets ~

~Suzanne Simonovich

Sometimes she just wants to fly ~ she floats in her dreams above the grasses and gardens ~ a spectacular view is hers in Autumn’s landscape of time ~

~Suzanne Simonovich

The closer you get to her, the more you feel ~ this is not fantasy, but reality ~ your pulse quickens, your senses awake, you become alive!

~Suzanne Simonovich

Look at me, I’ve learned so much ~ I recognize your touch ~ I smile when you reach out to me, sharing beautiful stories of life ~

~Suzanne Simonovich

Her lips sparkled of fuchsia lip gloss

Her eyelids decorated with powder blue

My O my, woman, look at you!

~Stacy M. Lugo

She’s Chopin’s prelude in D minor ~ a passion statement with a heart of fire ~ she’ll ignite the embers of your soul ~ her melody swells in a breathtaking crescendo ~

~Suzanne Simonovich

A touch of warm makes me think ~ the realm of love is our drink ~ people crave kindness and common courtesy ~

~Suzanne Simonovich

From the depth of my heart to the tip of my nose acceptance grows ~ thirst is satisfied ~ I stand exposed, ready to love ~

~Suzanne Simonovich

We plunge into a pink abyss as we gaze upon her infinite beauty ~ our thoughts run rampant with benevolence ~ it is inevitable that she flowers ~

~Suzanne Simonovich

Impeccable beauty holds hints of perfume as sweet as the sea ~ many hear her laughter but only one is privy to secrets held in the cusp of her heart ~

~Suzanne Simonovich