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Mar 24, 2009
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Our Special Days
The day ticks on and on
And there's very few things
That can give me solace.
I end up counting the days
That house the minutes of those days,
and I cannot wait for ours.
For our day is the day worth savoring,
yearning for, and for sharing...
and for blessing one another.
Because we are cut from the same cloth;
where we never forget
To thank each other for our own days.
And that we will always remember
that ours is a love eternal,
along with whom we all sorely miss.
But, That's okay...
for we have proven one thing,
that ours, is a dialog.....that will never cease.
And there's very few things
That can give me solace.
I end up counting the days
That house the minutes of those days,
and I cannot wait for ours.
For our day is the day worth savoring,
yearning for, and for sharing...
and for blessing one another.
Because we are cut from the same cloth;
where we never forget
To thank each other for our own days.
And that we will always remember
that ours is a love eternal,
along with whom we all sorely miss.
But, That's okay...
for we have proven one thing,
that ours, is a dialog.....that will never cease.
— docmaverick, Mar 24, 2009
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Antoinette Mar…
17 years 2 months ago
Doc, I genuinely Love this....
squiap
17 years 2 months ago
Our Special Days