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AT LAST

At last, when all the summer shine 
   That warmed life's early hours is past, 
Your loving fingers seek for mine 
   And hold them close at last at last! 
Not oft the robin comes to build
   Its nest upon the leafless bough 
By autumn robbed, by winter chilled,
   But you, dear heart, you love me now. 

Though there are shadows on my brow 
   And furrows on my cheek, in truth, 
The marks where Time's remorseless plough 
   Broke up the blooming sward of Youth,
Though fled is every girlish grace 
   Might win or hold a lover's vow, 
Despite my sad and faded face, 
   And darkened heart, you love me now! 

I count no more my wasted tears; 
   They left no echo of their fall; 
I mourn no more my lonesome years; 
   This blessed hour atones for all. 
I fear not all that Time or Fate 
   May bring to burden heart or brow,
Strong in the love that came so late, 
   Our souls shall keep it always now!

Author: Elizabeth Akers Allen

When I lay and think, in my bed at night,
the day you'll arrive, seems nowhere in sight.
I toss and I turn, dreaming of you,
opening my eye's... checking if my dream came true.
It didn't, again, and a tear starts to roll,
weeping quietly... my pillow I hold.
Many sleepless nights I've prayed for you, my love.
God touched my soul from heaven above
He's answered my prayers for my bride to be.
I've never felt this lucky, God did this for me.
That's a question I asked each and every night.
He must think your special, Joy, and I know he's right.
No other has made me feel so complete,
my whole life was lived, just so we could meet.
All these thoughts and more going through my head.
I fall asleep not worrying, but dreaming of you... instead.

A Special World

A special world for you and me

A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.

Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.

And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.

A SINGLE ROSE OF LOVE

A Single rose of love

A Single rose of devotion
A Single wish upon my lips
A Single thought of you
A Single desire to be granted
A Single moment of careless bliss
A Single love never to be broken
A Single rose for one last kiss.

Invisible Things

Your fingertips
Walked
Across
My skin,
And,
In
An instant,
My breath reacted.
Where
Air
Had once
Filled my lungs,
There is now only
A sacred
Emptiness,
And a smile
And sigh
That escaped my lips
In a glorious rush.
This is
The lone evidence
Of what had,
But mere moments ago,
Made a home,
If even
Briefly
Within me.
You are
The most skilled of thieves,
The one
Adept at stealing
Invisible things.

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