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Let these hands be your harbor;
Sheltered in arms from the storm
that boils within that lonesome,
yet ever so worthy heart.
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smile.
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She inspires me to write. Those lingual fires that used to burn in me were cold and quiet for a time, untended, they nearly died, and then there she w..
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A collection of poems and thoughts about someone special
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A Chapter by George
You haunt my heart with your absence.
It's so quiet without your words; your voice.
'Til my soul is again graced by yours;
I write these letters...
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A Chapter by George
It's so hard to say goodbye, even if it's only for a little while.
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Three little words,
in time are cut to just two,
when lovers stand,
hand in hand,
and in turn, say "I do."
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I am haunted by your kiss,
I can still feel the velvet touch of your lips upon mine;
My fingertips still tingle - they long for your skin,
My soul ..
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For what seemed like an eternity, Frank Mailer could do little else but hold the lifeless body of his wife Karen in his arms, and stare into her unbli..
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Charlotte stood on the faded planks of the wood deck that wrapped around three sides of her cabin, her ochre eyes swept over the garden in the backyar..
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