Haunted by Andrea Mouseryour faceyour wordsyour voicehaunts my thoughtswherever i turnyou're therewhenever i close my eyesyou stare back at methose cu..
A fighter of true LoveA Poem by Andrea MouserLike a breath of fresh airShe stands contentHer hair billowing around herStaring over the horizonLike a d..
Never BeforeHave i Seen something like thisthese eyesthese handsso small and warmsoft and gentlyshe is minei am hersmy little angelwith her rosey curl..
When I was at least. . . .I think I was twenty-five, I had a baby. It was the most beautiful baby girl. She was so sweet but when you think of the wor..