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Winter’s Icy chill
May stand Temptress to my Longing Heart,
Enshrouding all my Hope
In Bitter Stillness,
Silence,
And Frost;
Yet,
The Promise
Of Your Exquisite Love
Lingers,
Assuring my Loneliness,
Caressing my Solitude,
Whispering
What only Our Spirits
Remember.
~Morgan~
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So lovely…! “Yet the promise of your Exquisite Love”…. I don’t know how you do it Morgan but I’m glad you do! 🙂
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🙂 sometimes I wonder myself. 🙂 Thanks EVER So much Penny!!
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Such a beautiful piece. I love your phrases 😃💛
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🙂 You make me smile 🙂 Thank You Walt!
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You’re very welcome Morgan ☺
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