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Love is

by

Margaret

What is love? It brings two souls together, so they can bring smiles to each other. It draws them together as though it were written in the stars.

It comes from the loftiest of places demanding our attention making us realize that someone special has come to fill our heart.

It reminds us that our loved one longs to share their dreams if only we will let them, for only shared dreams will make our love complete.

Oh, is this the one that I have waited for whose kisses are so tender as we walk along the shore. Surely, it was love that brought him to me, and it is love that will always keep him close to me.

Oak tree

by

Margaret

When I die , I long to be in a beautiful place underneath an old oak tree.
I want there to be a blue sky above me and lots of grass and trees.
I want it to be full of peace and tranquility, so that my spirit can roam free.
May I see childhood friends and sweethearts who touched my life along the way.
May there be memories of things that were hoped for and things that were finally reached.
May there be friends whose life I gave hope to, so that we could strive to be the best.
May there be memories of a good life, and not too many regrets.
There I shall be happy. My soul at peace at last.

Al is gone

by

Margaret

My Al is gone, and I still miss him.
I don't think I will ever forget him.
Some loves come and go, but then there are those that leave a lasting imprint upon your soul.
Love, is this what you wanted, for us to live in each others memories?
Never to touch, and never to hold the feel of him close within me.

Loves door

by

Margaret

See the lovers hand in hand they go holding sway to one anothers thoughts of happy days.
Days when they lived for each other : to be close and share the love they had for one another.
Days that seemed to last forever when love was in full bloom.
Hoping that their hearts would always be near and never part, and brimming with a love that encompassed the highest mountains and the deepest seas.
There is such a love, and it springs from loves seeds, and blossoms with the right amount of tenderness and care.
May your heart find it, and may loves happiness and passion live in there when you meet that special one.

Starry night sky

by

Margaret

It was under the stars we met on a beautiful summer night.
You held me so tight and everything felt right.

Your kiss was soft and gentle as you grasped me firmly to your heart. Everything felt so wonderful as you were close to me under the starry night sky.

The wind blew through the trees, and the stars twinkled in the sky when you said you loved me under the starry night sky.

Nothing could have been better than being with you and going for a walk under the starry night sky.

Your love

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Margaret

When we first met our love was sprung.
Your love is sweet like honey from a honeycomb and candy apple treats.
Your love refreshes me like a lovely mountain spring.
Your love will always be with me shining like a precious pearl.

In our dreams

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Margaret

I dreamt of you and me, and we were drifting in my dreams until we found a place that was made just for you and me.

The sun shone bright lightening up our path, and you took my hand as we walked through the sand.

In the evening, you held me by the water.

Then I ran, and you tried to catch me until we gently tumbled to the ground.

I felt your kiss. I felt your charms as the waves rushed over our bodies and the darkness enfoled the land.

Then I waited for another day to love you.

Last words

by

Margaret

You used to be my English darling.
Do you know what that meant?
It meant that all I ever wanted to do was love you, and for it to be special betwixt me and you.

You wrote me sweet poems because you had no other way to show me you cared for me.
If I had lived in your little village and you in my town, we would have been together everyday with nothing to separate us , or stand in our way.

Does anything ever touch you?
Does anything ever make you sad?
Does anything ever make you mad?
I tried so hard to find out, so I could see how you are made.

Sometime it hurt to love you.
Sometime it made me smile.
Sometime it gave me comfort knowing that I had your love to share.

You don't seem to have any unkind words for me, so I only have one more thing to say.
All I ever wanted to do was love you in the way that love is made.

Goodbye darling.

Lets walk together

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Margaret

My darling Mike, lets walk together.
How happy we will be! My sweet Englishman and me.
He will tell me stories of how he wants to love me and kiss me under our favorite tree.
We will go to the zoo and look at all the animals together, and when evening comes he will hold me tight and leave me never.

Are you the one?

by

Margaret

Are you the one who makes my heart sing?
Are you the one who I hoped would come?
Now that you're here leave me with sweet memories of two people who each adored the other.
Oh lovely Englishman, fill me with your kisses sweet until the morning brings another day in which to love you and share so many things.