Linda Marie Van Tassell
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Our Song Unending
It cannot be written of nor expressed in art,
the eloquence of love as it comes from the heart.
When two hearts collide in a twinkling of bliss,
like the me of a hug and the you of a kiss.
The soft tender moments that are born in a touch
are like petals of roses for lovers to clutch;
and the rain and the wind and the sweet morning dew
shall make them live eternal and blossom anew.