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Linda Marie Van Tassell (Lynchburg, Virginia)
Poems of Linda Marie Van Tassell
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| 141. | My Heart Was Filled With Your Words | 3/24/2008 |
| 142. | My Soul Dances With Joy | 3/16/2008 |
| 143. | Naked Pearl Of Lust (Triple Acrostic) | 3/12/2008 |
| 144. | Naked Truth (Prose) | 3/16/2008 |
| 145. | Night Blossoms Black | 3/12/2008 |
| 146. | Ode To Datura | 3/10/2008 |
| 147. | Only A Shirt | 3/10/2008 |
| 148. | Our Song Unending | 3/10/2008 |
| 149. | Outside Of Loving You | 3/16/2008 |
| 150. | Quietude | 3/16/2008 |
| 151. | Reciprocity | 3/23/2008 |
| 152. | Reflections of a Woman | 4/26/2009 |
| 153. | Revelation and Concealment | 5/14/2009 |
| 154. | Romantasy | 3/21/2008 |
| 155. | Sacred Ground | 5/15/2009 |
| 156. | Sea of Beauty | 10/8/2008 |
| 157. | She Needed Him Most | 3/12/2008 |
| 158. | Shoulder Of Sin (Trine) | 3/16/2008 |
| 159. | Silent Whisper Morning | 3/16/2008 |
| 160. | Similis Smiles | 3/12/2008 |
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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.
