You are my shrine, Mary. My anchor in this stormy sea of ambition and expectations. I pretend to be tough, inflexible, but only with you can I be myself. Come here, my dear. I need you close.
You are my shrine, Mary. My anchor in this stormy sea of ambition and expectations. I pretend to be tough, inflexible, but only with you can I be myself. Come here, my dear. I need you close.