Were the sun Made in flesh in my heart You’ve let saltwater loose With the sea as duettist No swimming past this point Now all the lying fables Of the collective soul Are for ever taboo Like the sea That runs dry The same time As Me
Beautifully heartfelt poem so sad Tinka. Love sure leaves one dry too many times doesn't it? Beautiful poem of your beautiful Heart!
Happy Thanksgiving! My thoughts are with you always my friend!
Tracey xoox(c :)
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on November 23, 2005
Happy Thanksgiving!
Love may be a word for the simple
use of getting what we want.
Lurve ya!
You 've Finally Learned Late In Life That LOVE Is a MYTH_
True Love Is Caring & Sharing--- In My Honest Words Of Discretion My Friend Tinka In Not So Very Far Away Place,i.e. May Your Body Heal As My Hand Has Instantly---For Evil Nor Satans Attempts (To Stop Me Or You) Never Encounters My True Friends In Eyes of (God) Await Your Narrow Painful Path Home,i.e. You As I Never Stray From It...
Your Friend, TRASK
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on November 23, 2005
You aren't sinking, but I do understand how you might run dry. Hang tough.
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Happy Thanksgiving! My thoughts are with you always my friend!
Tracey xoox(c :)
Love may be a word for the simple
use of getting what we want.
Lurve ya!
True Love Is Caring & Sharing--- In My Honest Words Of Discretion My Friend Tinka In Not So Very Far Away Place,i.e. May Your Body Heal As My Hand Has Instantly---For Evil Nor Satans Attempts (To Stop Me Or You) Never Encounters My True Friends In Eyes of (God) Await Your Narrow Painful Path Home,i.e. You As I Never Stray From It...
Your Friend, TRASK
Felix
blessin's and happy holidays Sis. Tinka,
cynth'ya
Take GOOD care
Love,
Eileen