If I tell you I love You, it’s only the beginning, for we.
Maybe things each never meant to be seen,
Are waiting ‘neath the surface.
An everlasting sheen
When can we be,
Never it seems.
For no one seems to nudge you see,
Wrapped in our own infirmity.
unrequited love -- a tragedy of tragedys -- a heart sent to dwell in the darkest closet of dismay -- very touching Walt -- hope it is not true, and not you -- peace my friend -- JMW
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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Newfie Hugs, Rose
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Be always safe,
Karen
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