It never diminished,
After all those months…
If I got up in the night,
I’d still glance out the window
And notice your car in the driveway…
Trying to believe you were really here with me,
And I wondered why such a simple pleasure
Seemingly out of nowhere
Could ever mean so much.
Last night
Every hour on the hour
Looking out in to the darkness
At that empty driveway
I wondered again-
Why nothing is simple.
John H. Bidwell
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Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on February 7, 2006
Truth is simple...we as human being complicate it.
Good work. It requires emotional involement to read...
That's the sign of a master.
Nothing in life is simple my friend....and love the worse of all!!
Love Tinka
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on February 7, 2006
Is anything in life simple we like to think so and strive to make it so but you captured the real truth nothing is ever this simple. Ty for sharing this one.
“Being a couple yet free is our next challenge on the evolutionary ladder. This book successfully helps us unravel the myths that block that achievement. It does it with warmth, with readability, and with balance. It recreates everyday problems and
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Good work. It requires emotional involement to read...
That's the sign of a master.
You really did this well!...Love, Eileen
Love Tinka
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)