November 7, 2010

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  All the love that history knows..
  is said to be in every rose..
  Yet all that could be found in two..
  is less than what I feel for YOU.

   

  For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it.
  For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it.
  For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.

  

  I wish I could
  I really do
  I wish I could
  Stop missing you

  

  Green is the lush forest. Green, soft and cool.
  The tender feel of each blade of grass under my feet is refreshing.
  A patch of the desert awaits me in the center of the forest.
  Yet, here the grass is cool and the air is moist.
  Small beads of sweat form on my brow.
  I walk slowly, searching for him.
  The cool breeze relieves my desperate search.
  Reminding me of the past.
  Reminding me of nights of passion.
  Reminding me of the evenings of laughter.

  Mary Boggs Garcia

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