Shiv Shakti Yoga & Dance

Piercing eyes that could see straight through to the very core of you... Never a lie could be told to him...not with that gaze of fire it...

She wore a golden crown…braided into the curls of her hair… strands of orange fluttering amongst the crowds – her fiery hair bowed down...

Rooftops. There was something about us and rooftops. We'd meet under the stars, and spend the whole night in each other's arms underneath...

So, I'm kind of exhausted as I write this post, it's been a bit rough of late, but I feel there are those that need to hear this, and...