Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Memories
Can sometimes weave
A tapestry
of Love

a Symphony
a gentle breeze
can move me
to Love

Love is the glue that binds me to you
Love is the we when you are with me

If I cry ten thousand tears
If I live a hundred years
The hand I hold right here,
The love I hold so dear –
(it’s all become so clear)
It’s Sheryl that I want near



Pro:18:22

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