The tides have summoned me Changes of the heart A scaling of flesh Masquerade before me As it quickens A last tear is shed A love that could not survive No children to bear Nor ripening of age It had to be this way But there will always be Yesterday’s crescent moons Thrust deep within us And when you see a ripple Upon that lake of ours That’s my tear To remind you of our love.
Sylvia Masters, a hot fifty-two year old widow and CEO of her husbands company is challenged by her own instincts, family and friends when the Lieutenant investigating the murder of her ex-fiancee ask her to dinner. After a tumultuous beginning, the
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Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)