(My contribution for the young lovers on Valentine's Day)
Love is absolute, but has its borders. The house of Father Time is littered with love's martyrs; Ungiven and untouched, love's core soon is rotten; The depth of love, its joy and rapture, soon forgotten.
Those free to love rarely love to be free; They imprison eager hearts by a rush to destiny.
Vain dreams lurk at night to steal a mind; The greatest thief of all is wasted time. Break free young lover; resist the urge to wait. Don't let time's prison become your lonely fate;
Pour out your love--every doubt and fear refute; Your cup will remain full and your love absolute.
Book 3 f of the Horses of Tir Na Nog Romance trilogy
CJ’s dreams continue, as she finds herself back at the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul. First, seeking protection for Rachel, then, the entire Sisterhood. (Actually, make that Sisterhoods; as there wil
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