O’ bright day, O’ day, with hue so pale,
And those dim dark chambers and coats
Of night, the moons rich purse of gold
Bejeweled, it’s brightest glow, where
The Ancient sun wanes.
Sweetly musing Those beauteous eyes
Which spangles the fairest Stars,
Gallant in the glittering brow of
Loves inspirational beauty.
My gentle lover, my Blessed saint,
O’ my gazing angel cloud,
May I behold her beaming rays or none,
And be not twain.
Her sweet honey breath, coral lips,
Cheeks a rose, eyes pearl and Those
Autumn tresses that Travel in the
wind. Turn the sweet smell of love
Upon a Bank of Morning roses.
An empathic young nurse driven to help and heal others since childhood after watching her mother languish for months before finally succumbing to cancer, Aziza Lopez abhors cruelty and suffering in any form. When she is assigned comatose patient Davi
I loved him. At age twelve he touched my heart with his music. At age twenty he captured my heart when our eyes met as he sat on a stage and sang Four months later, he fractured my heart with his refusal to allow us to stay together. At age seventy
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