She was a ray of sunshine, a warm summer rain, a bright fire on a cold winter’s day, and now she could be dead because she had tried to save the man she loved.
Belief, is hope with an attitude that will not quit.
Sometimes it takes more courage to believe in what you can’t see.” she said quietly, and then looked into his dark blue eyes. “Because anyone can believe in what’s already been proven. Grace Willows- Not a Ghost of a Chance Copyright © 2018 by Grace Willows
The sky was dark and cold as she longed for the one man who could chase away the demons of the night.
You are my fantasy on a cold dark night, my muse during the light of day and the one wish my soul would make
You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.