“There's
gotta be a way ta reach your heart. Some person, place, or thing is
dear ta you. So, who or what? So I can do my part! Now, could it be
your child, your Lover, who? Or could it be the place that you call
home? A day when clouds are white, and skies are blue, or else
perhaps the ocean, white with foam? Or could it be the mountains you
hold dear, or rivers that ya dearly love ta ride? Oh, ain't it when
your lover holds ya near, and all the sweetness then ya feel inside?
Hmm?”
Copyright 2016 Stephen Cromwell Gifford
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