He laughs. And in his laugh I hear bliss. I hear feet dancing the rush of skirts twirling. The sound of children.
Is that the first sign of love
You hear in the person youre destined to love the sound of those yet to be born.
Alyson Richman
He laughs. And in his laugh I hear bliss. I hear feet dancing the rush of skirts twirling. The sound of children.
Is that the first sign of love
You hear in the person youre destined to love the sound of those yet to be born.
Alyson Richman