REMEMBERING LOVE – WHEN LOVE WAS JOYFUL, AND NOTHING ELSE MATTERS: Mikey St. John

Remembering love — that hopeful, joyful, precious love, thoughtful and sweet, the way it was, godly, gentle, caring, patient, kind, unselfish, honest, loyal, when its light shined so brightly, and darkness vanished. Everyday seemed like yesterday, and yesterday seemed like today. Just beautiful and sweet and no one could tell the difference, because it always…

IF I KNOW YOUR NAME: Mikey St. John

If I know your name, then, I would walk these streets with heaven on my mind, dazed in a world where the taste of your love is enough to last forever, and lingers like dust in the desert. And even the smell of the the breeze leaving your back would have the allure of sweet…