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Post by Mikepoet on Mar 24, 2004 20:00:28 GMT -5
Your like the beauty held in a rainbow without the discomfort of rain. Just as a sigh of relief that comes from ending of pain.
A lovely rose to be admired with no worry of a thorn. Your voice a pretty melody likened to sounds of a spring morn.
Your soft sweet scent is honeysuckled I taste your lips divine. A bright presence fills the room an iridescent Butterfly.
Sadly I am not worthy to love one such as you. You are far better than I why do you not see this is true.
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Post by bloodredtears on Mar 25, 2004 4:20:33 GMT -5
this is a wonderful stanza and the entire thing is wonderful also! i really enjoyed it...great job!
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Post by Mikepoet on Mar 25, 2004 11:52:50 GMT -5
Thank you again...This happned about 1987...A freind girl was in a beauty pagent...As she walked to the end of the walkway thing I handed her a rose and her mother took a pic and it came out on front page of paper..She did not win pagent though >:(Then she went to colledge and I realized she was better than me..So I moved on with life and drove 2000 miles and played snowbird for a couple of years...I hope she did well in life..she was so beautiful..
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amberputis
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~Dreams are determined by our hearts, and our dreams design the future~
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Post by amberputis on Mar 25, 2004 23:18:33 GMT -5
i loved this, fantastic write...
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Post by Mikepoet on Mar 26, 2004 1:42:19 GMT -5
Thabk you..glad you enjoyed.. ;D
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