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The Prodigy of Love
© mary loise cargo
Now that I’m beginning to write my epistle,
My dearest one,
I find myself wanting for words.
Moments have gone by
Since I wrote my first word and this line;
But still, I grasp for the appropriate words to say.
It’s not that I have nothing to say,
But words do fail me.
The words could not even begin to fathom
the depths of my ardent devotions for you.
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My dearest one,
I find myself wanting for words.
Moments have gone by
Since I wrote my first word and this line;
But still, I grasp for the appropriate words to say.
It’s not that I have nothing to say,
But words do fail me.
The words could not even begin to fathom
the depths of my ardent devotions for you.
Read More...
Support the Author by giving Comments:
Life's Blessings
are Indeed Priceless!
"I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough.."
- Nicolas Sparks (The Notebook)
- Nicolas Sparks (The Notebook)
