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To feel your beauty in all of its forms. ...a place where I cried long into the night, the child
To not have to shelter my heart from harm. in me grieving when mother had died.. ..then long,
My love for you, it is one of a kind. starry nights, lost in the moonlight
Happiness is in feeling your arms wrap around mine. counting my blessings, and holding my babies
Pure happiness washes away any pain. Yes....it is all captured there, in the small yellow
I feel once again. It's funny, I know, but I'm glad they have kept the
When life gets hard I know you will stay. And it still wears the trace of sun, and crisp-white
road
bloomed
there....
that leans
door