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A place to write and store short poems. |
Written for "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT " , off topic: Written to my wife for Valentine's Day Love was hurtful, love was anguish and pain. Love was nothing but giving without any gain. I gave up on loving, swore I’d do it no more Until the day when you knocked on my door. Yes, that was the day you changed my life, For when I opened the door I met my wife. Twenty-two years have passed by the way And I love you more with each passing day. "Reading soothes the soul, writing sets it free." T.J. |