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Gift Of Love
17 May, 2004
Author: Moonstarshine

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He gave me a rose
picked with care
painted with love
a colour of red
deepest of shades
a heart could bleed
fragrance of his soul
I feel in my palms
as I bring the
soft petals
upon my quivering lips
feeling the dew drops
as if tears from
his eyes
meshed with mine
I hold it tenderly
breathing in
what still is alive
fresh..and forever
in bloom..
the rose i hold and
the love I will
feel for him always
from within.

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Meridian (152.163.253.8) -- Monday, May 17 2004, 10:47 pm

Le, la, di, do

Hey Moonstarshine! Just overlook the crazy comment there! LOL! As always, as usual, you have those power-house, dynamite stories.... Leaving one in admiration over such accomplished work!
Bravo Moon!
Meri
 
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