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Hope is a thing with feathers, which perches in the soul, sings a tune without words, and never stops at all. And sweetest, in the gale, is heard and sore must be the storm that could abash the little bird that keeps so many warms. I’ve heard it in the chilliest land and on the strangest sea yet, never, in extremity it ask a crumb of me.

A lover’s longing

Filed under: Weblogs — queenster at 7:01 am on Friday, February 22, 2008

Dear Z****,
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Know that you’ll take every pieces of me with you. Each day, I’ll look at your prints
and think of you and your love.  Every
night that you’re away, I’ll lie down upon the pillow only to see your sweet
smiling face when I close my eyes.


And when I awake, I’ll reach for you in the
daze of awakening m
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when I feel only a cold and empty space,
I
realised that you are away at sea. Only the sweet and l
oving memories of our times
spent together and
the knowledge that you love me want me as much as I love and
want you will sustain me through the lonely days
and nights.


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I vow that when
you return, we’ll love each other more and experience all the love and life challenges
and together we did the best time we will ever live in this life time.
My love for you is a
journey; starting at forever, and ending at never. If there ever comes a day when can’t be
together keep me in your heart, I’ll stay there forever.




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