Good SUNDAY FUNDAY morning all! Great gathering at the place yesterday with so many that I adore and looking forward to another today. These commitments couldnt have come at a better time. Anyhow... Doing my usual reggae breakfast and taking pics of an uncooperative Bean before I head out on my run and this song stopped me in my place. Ive been called a hopeless romantic here a lot lately. Why? Because I refuse to let past instances convince me that I should accept anything less than what I want? Because my heart remains proudly on my sleeve? HA! Discouraged at times? Of course! Genuine is not without its cost. Hopeless?! Never. So... To the siren with hair washed in the surf and dried in the sun, who prefers a two-piece to lingerie, with a kiss that tastes of salt and lime, a mind like a razor, a thirst for adventure, and a heart and gaze that feels like home: If youre tired of the safety harbor of the convoluted and jaded, you can be my kaya. Wont you come bring your love round my way? Ill be here waiting in my own fashion, never in vain. Every pirate wants a mermaid, and Im convinced you exist. Remember Red, hope...
Posted on: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 15:36:14 +0000
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