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DELICIOUS AMBIGUITY ♥
Thursday, June 12, 2008
140103 - something beautiful

C. L. Purdy

As I look back on all that has happened: growing up, growing together, changing you, changing me - there were times when we dreamed together, when we laughed and cried together. As I look back on those days, I realize how much I truly miss you, and how much I truly loved you. The past may be gone forever and whatever the future holds, our todays make the memories of tomorrow. So, my lifetime friend, it is with all my heart that I send you my love, hoping that you'll always carry my smile with you, for all we have meant for each other, and for whatever the future may hold.

Robert G. Ingersoll

Love is the only bow on life's dark cloud
It is the Morning and the Evening star
It shines upon the cradle of the babe
and shed its radiance upon the quiet tomb
It is the mother of Art,
Inspire of poet, patriot and philosopher
It is the air and light of every heart, builder of every home,
kindler of fire on every hearth.
It was the first who thought of immortality
It fills the world with melody,
for music is the voice of Love.
Love is the magician, the Enchanter
that changes worthless things to joy
and makes right royal kings and queens of common day
It is the perfume of the wondrous flower - the heart
and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon,
we are less than beasts;
But with Love, earth is heaven,
And we are gods.
D I V A at 3:59 PM
1 drop(s) of love