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But it was now time for her to go away-to find someone who could show her what happiness was.

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Have you ever loved a rose, and bled against her thorns; and swear each night to let her go, then love her more by dawn.
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Herself Let Go Love Morning
Be patient. Your voice will find its way into the world, not in one loud instance but a steady trickle that turns into a deluge.
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Finding Patience Voice World Yourself
The memory of you is fading, a little at a time, and I can feel myself forgetting.
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Fade Forget Memories Myself Time
She can feel it down to her very core-this is her time. She will not only climb mountains-she will move them too.
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Feeling Herself Inspirational Intense Mountain Movement
To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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Dare Despair Hope Love
In cemeteries of memories, our love will lie in caskets.
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Break Up Fade Love Lying Memories Ourselves Time
He gave her such gifts – not the kind that were put in boxes, but the sort that filled her with imagination, breathing indescribable happiness into her life.
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Breathing Gift Happiness Herself Imagination Indescribable Kind Life
I do know there are all kinds of barriers to love. I do believe the world needs less of them.
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Barrier Kind Love Myself Need
Sometimes I am caught between poetry and prose, like two lovers I can’t decide between. Prose says to me, let’s build something long and lasting. Poetry takes me by the hand, and whispers, come with me, let’s get lost for awhile.
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Hands Lost Lover Myself Poetry
Our emotions pull us in different directions. The stronger the emotion, the greater the pull. Feelings are not always practical, nor do they make any logical sense. That’s just the way it goes.
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Different Direction Emotion Logic Practice Way
I used to think I couldn’t go a day without your smile. Without telling you things and hearing your voice back.
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Day Love Myself Smile Thinking Time Voice Yourself
Like time suspended, a wound unmended – you and I. We had no ending, no said goodbye; For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
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End Life Myself Time Wound
I don’t think about myself as much as I used to. I guess that’s a good thing. I only think about the things that are missing from me.
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Goodness Missing Myself Thinking
Some pieces will sing to your present, others may echo of your past, and the rest could whisper of your future.
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Future Past Pieces Present Whisper Yourself
I just hope you realize how much you mean to me. I just wish I could remind you of how beautiful you are. I’m sorry I haven’t told you in so long. But please don’t think I have given up on you. I will never give up on you. My arms are wide open. There is always a place for you here.
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Beautiful Give Up Hope Myself Open Place Realize Reminder
Our love story comes to me in waves, in movie stills and long summer afternoons spent under a sky of incessant blue. I still think of your eyes in flashes of color, your hands in a frenetic, feverish blur-your smile a mosaic of light and shadow. I still find myself lost in those moments of abstraction.
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Abstraction Hands Light Love Moments Ourselves Shadow Wave

But it was now time for her to go away-to find someone who could show her what happiness was.

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But it was now time for her to go away-to find someone who could show her what happiness was.

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