With You When Harsh Feelings Die Stirs

WITH YOU WHEN HARSH FEELINGS DIE (stirs--) Love when harsh feelings die-stir my heart fields like gold dreams sticking life like humming bird's wings ~ hmm and imagine; a bright sun hangs in place that burns my heart feels mighty like olden days when i picked red roses which left all pink --dreams which remind me of you as June's garden full of odours like when sweet violets sicken. Then will be you and me happy? :: 10242015 :: :: rev-10032016r02 ::