ArmourQuill Hunter
Fort Smith, AR
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My Love Has Gone...

My love cannot find me. He has gone to fight the wicked beasts.
However that may be, I'll wait for him in Beulah’s well at least.

He calls to me, from my heart, in the gentle light of my quiet day.
Oh how my heart longs for him; thus, while he is so very far away.

I calm myself to listen; though while the ocean's tide comes in.
As with 'the song of Solomon, ' I'm weary of love's Love, again...
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Adryan Barnathan 21 April 2006
Now your crosses are burning....so Sweet Amour your man is coming round....I heard him talking about you just yesterday.
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Jerry Hughes 21 April 2006
Just a wearying for thee?
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