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Chance of Time,
Irreverent,
Hanging Betwixt the Muddled Scathing of my Thoughts
And All the Wondrous Splendour that is You,
In Herald my Heart Shall Sing its Willing Praise,
For Your Most Excellent Beauty Unrivaled is,
And Spins its Web of Impossibility round my Waiting Heart,
That Unshackled and Unfettered Binds itself to You.
Love that is Unbroken since the folding hands of Time
Spun out its Mystery in Quixotic Rhyme,
Untrusted Fathoms of the darkest Night behind me,
I Wait in Breathless Abandon for Your Abiding Love,
Passion Filled and Tender Burning,
And All the Guile my Longing Heart Desires,
For in You I see my Ever Present Future
And In Your Gilded Gaze I Remember Sweet Memory.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Mark Spain


I’ll just applaud, it’s easier than words.
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🙂 🙂 🙂 Thats a wonderful sound 🙂 🙂 🙂 Thank You!
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Welcome 🙂
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web of impossibility…priceless!
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sometimes it feels like that, you know? :)Thanks Ever, Holly!
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lovely poetry dear Morgan.
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lovely!
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Thanks Ever So Much Penny 🙂
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You, my dear Morgan, have style and finesse. Thank you for brightening life with so much beauty and grace. You are amazing!
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I truly appreciate it Sue 🙂 Thank You so very Kindly!! 🙂 🙂 🙂 ( I needed that today)
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