“But he had seen the eyes of love. He knew how it looked like, knew what it felt like. It wasn't about conquest or power or good memories pulled like golden threads scattered haphazardly in a quilt made mostly from… — Jacqueline Jones LaMon Copy Share Image
“But he had seen the eyes of love. He knew how it looked like, knew what it felt like. It wasn't about conquest or… — Jacqueline Jones LaMon Copy Share Image
