Hearts Don't Break Around Here

Ed S.

She is the river flow in Orwell And tin wind chimes used for doorbells Fields and trees and her smell fill my lungs Spend my summertime beside her And the rest of the year, the same She is the flint that sparks the lighter And the fuel that will hold the flame, oh Roses, roses laid

She is the sweetest thing that I know You should see the way she holds me when the lights go low

She is the sweetest thing that I know You should see the way she holds me when the lights go low

The work of this man ❤️