Faith Elizabeth Brigham Poems

i miss you mostly
in the morning
when i realize
i've still another day
...

i'll still smell the roses
so precious and sweet
the scented pine needles
as they hang from the trees
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i keep forgiving you
for all the wrongful
things you do
i've prayed and prayed
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not all love is pure
this my dear, you must know
still my love for you is always
as fresh as the morning snow
...

ohmygod
i think i've
taken up residence here
such a lovely place
...

blue, blue, blue
it's such a beautiful hue
i love blue
except when i've got the blues
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in this world there
are both givers and takers
which one are you
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it was spring and not
summer that was made
for lovers and the roses
were designed in such a way
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a gentle breeze blows ocean side
the easter lilies usher in the spring
and there you are with your guitar
won*t you play a song for me
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i always wake up very early
and sit up in my bed
i reach for my wireless keyboard
and type what's in my head
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