Dearest Belle
Your eyes I seek
Bringing hope to a bleak world
Those pools of amber lit as though by angels
Safe haven in which to curl
Your touch I long for
Cooler then an artic breeze
Your fingers running gently through my hair
Hotter then my wildest dreams
Your embrace I miss
Though we are still our spirits dance
Melding, twisting, curving, weaving
Content to be in our romance
Your laugh still lingers
Floating softly round my room
No note I play may match such a wonderful sound
My only wish to hear you soon
Your lips I need
Pressed firmly in the deepest kiss
Hair as black as night falling to curtain our love
Only you darling know of my bliss
Forever yours,
Gunda















Comments
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"Scoffers of the Bible's Prophesies tend to readily embrace other false belief systems, ie: rapture, Nostradamus, evolution, & the History Channel's opinions." "It's very dangerous to call one's self a Christian, and call God's Word a conspiracy theory."
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The wise man in the storm prays to God, not for safety from danger, but deliverance from fear
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"Scoffers of the Bible's Prophesies tend to readily embrace other false belief systems, ie: rapture, Nostradamus, evolution, & the History Channel's opinions." "It's very dangerous to call one's self a Christian, and call God's Word a conspiracy theory."
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