Love Poem by Clara Keiper
Love
Through all the years there have been many people I have loved for one reason or another. Some helped me when I needed it. Some were small little kids, the reasons veried. I'd often reach out my hand touch their arm and tell them I loved them. But there is only one man with whom I am 'in love'. Mark Anthony Penque. Now and for ever. Even if he's dead. I am in love with him. And I cry and cry and cry.
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4/25/2024 6:37:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Liked this true love....................................................