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for you, some words, not mine but yours, both whispered soft and spoken lures. a heart both true and steady clean, may never know what love c..

with winter comes rosy cheeks and a cold tipped nose, mittens and scarves and winter sighs. it brings chattered teeth and shuddered hugs, pea..

and so i walked down on stolen time through the fridgid air and out across the powdered green. the barren, leafless trees stretched up and out, ..

he has an affinity for words, and he practices so daily. he reads, he writes, he sits and thinks. he can speak words with the palms and fingers ..

love, although i do not yet know who you are, i assure you thatalready ido. for i know that we will meet some day, if we already have not, and ..

finally here, a newborn cries, but mother is there, ready with hugs, love you's, and soft kisses from her lips. father stands above, pround and..

i want to watch a movie with you on a gloomy afternoon. i want you to leanto me because you feel safe, like you've done it your whole life. i do..

i'll bet you're a good person to cuddle with

the colored leaves floated down around me, hanging on the chilled, gentle breeze, crisp and full of autumn. they danced, this way and that, abov..

don't be a be to be for me. goodnight.