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poor creature, happy-unhappy man. he loves her whom he can not have; all his strength to possess this sweet monster. she loves another, her hea..

the lonely, lost search of a soul near to death. then, the stay behinds; survivors, alone, frightened, never knowing.

Contentment is a wildwood creature, rarely encountered while being sought. Yet, Content creeps silent in. midst daydreams, sunlight fantasies, ..

Get up! Get up! Shouts shrilly shrieking the clock aside my bed. Slumber I softly, dreaming of gentle yesterdays And pleasant tomorrows; Unwilli..

Flower blooming in the dark, you are lonely and unseen. Do you fear the sunshine? it's heat? it's brightness? or it's all revealing light? I..

Fortunately, she has not awakened. She was once a beautiful woman ----just yesterday morning, in fact. Now, there is no trace of the former lovel..

Today, she left him waiting for a final time; waiting at the church, alone at the altar one last time. Those of us watching remember another tim..

Violence, is an equal opportunity destroyer. Bullets are colorblind. The ache in a Mother's heart when her child is murdered, does not change wit..

A thousand wishes and a prayer of dreams, while the angels watch we dance. Dance in the night and the halls of slumber, cheek to cheek, heart..

"Ma'am, I'm sorry to wake you, I know it's 3AM, but it's really important." (I hasten to assure him, I was awake to answer the phones.) "Plea..