Donna Darkwolf, The Girl Who Plays the Strings of My Heart

from:  Donna darkwolf@netactive.co.za
to:  moreno franco morenofranco.design@gmail.com
date:  Jun 17, 2016, 1:30 AM
subject:  You play the strings of my heart

Thank you for a wonderful day. Waking up near the sea was a real treat.
Lunch at Nitidia wine farm watching the swans and dinner and dancing in our lounge.
I am finally learning to waltz.

You play the strings of my heart

You touch me

And I sing

I want to be touched by you

So that I may sing

I have so many words

So many songs

Only you can find them in me

Touch me and I will sing to you

You deserve to hear

As much as I deserve to sing

I am not mute amongst the decibels

I am your Jolie Sirène

And you will hear me

I will sing to you all of the days of our life

You play the strings of my heart

Touch me

I have sung to you

Every day for almost

Three thousand years

No reason to stop now, eh?

I can no sooner stop from singing

Than you can stop from touching me

Touch me and I will sing for you

I only ever had One Wish

Now, I have you

So this must be it

A life of being loved and shielded from life

Even though you cannot protect yourself from me.

You keep my song burning inside you

Never let me go my franco

You make me feel like Rachel's Song
When I see you loving me with those eyes of yours.
I always see you doing that.
I love this.

You make me Especiale.

I love you my franco

Your Bella Strega Donna Darkwolf
xxxxxxx :D

NEXT >> Between Union and Oblivion

My 'Always Curious' Donna Darkwolf awaiting Breakfast

Waiting for breakfast to arrive. We had stayed over in some guest-house in St Helena Bay, or Paternoster. I forget where.
Donna always enjoyed observing (scrutinising) other people. In this case, the waitrons.
Watching Donna's penetrating gaze, I could see her calculating what the resulting breakfast would be.