The sun is your timepiece,
The moon, your hourglass
I cannot see your love
I feel your love
I cannot touch your love nor
Live without your love
As I draw closer to you
I begin to understand love.
AHHHH...! ANDY, I BEG TO DIFFER, 'THIS' KIND OF LOVE...YOU CAN TOUCH. IT DOES NOT COME OVER NIGHT BUT OVER A PERIOD OF TIME. IT ENVELOPES, SATURATES AND YOU BECOME 'ONE' WITH IT. AND, IF YOU ARE WISE, YOU HOLD ONTO IT...AND 'NEVER' LET IT GO! DONE SO WELL AND ENJOYED. THANK YOU FOR SAVING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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lovely sentiment, enjoyed reading your poem
never stop writing!
m
Love ya!
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