you may wake each day and say,
“everyday's a holiday,
I'm so lucky come what may”
but you will never find... softer lips to kiss
you may learn the hallowed way
to save mankind
in God's embrace,
but you will not replace, my tenderness
your smile may brighten cloudy days,
and you may rule
the world someday,
but you will never know... a warmer love than this,
stolen happiness..
S.A. Peck
Monday, April 13, 2009
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