| It was once alive.
It was once mine.
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| I love to hear my name from your lips. It sounds sweet and so peaceful. You say it with such love and grace that I can only compare it to the beauty of a single red rose.
I long to hold your hand, to touch your skin, to kiss your lips.
When will it be our time to dance?
And I wait.
I will keep on waiting until you silently slip by my side and tap my shoulder and I turn around. You bow ever so slightly and hold out your hand to me.
And we dance.
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| It was a very trying day.
I am tired. I am cold. But I am not alone.
Don't give up on me. I never gave up on you.
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| I've always carved my joys with you in stone so I will never forget it. I never thought I'd have to write my hurts with you in the sand. Not anytime soon at least.
So I'm writing this in the sand and hopefully the tide will wash it all away soon. I just hope the waves won't wash me away with it.
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| He's just so sweet and thoughtful. I got these in my office today. What a pleasant srprise!   Happy Thursday!  He surprised me by sending me red roses!  2 dozen of them, professionally arranged and hand delivered  Up close  We need smell-a-vision here  Simply gorgeous  Beautiful floral arrangement  I just want to bury my face in them  It brightens up the office  Of course, it made me smile |
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