Reflections Of The Heart - Poem by Helen Cline
I recall, many years ago, when I was
in my youth. The fantasies I used to have,
to find a love so true. A love so impeccable,,,
so pure, and brave, and strong. To
stand upon hes convictions, when the majority
claimed he was wrong... but, pure love is
elusive, and scarce as it can be... I became
discouraged, disheartened and depressed...
For, though I searched all through my life,
this I must confess, true love begets true
love... and this gives you happiness...
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