Until we meet again...

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    For you CNW until next time...

    Until we meet again...

     

    It has often been said that written words are everlasting for once written they can never be forgotten.  I truly believe this is true.  So these are my words for you…

    I will begin by saying that I am truly happy I have met you.  My time with you has been precious, on so many levels.  I have loved and enjoyed every second of it.  I don’t know what or why you have intrigued me, or why you have affected me I just know you have.  I know, though it has been a short time that when you leave it will cause me discomfort.  Why I yet to know.  There is nothing of what I know about you that I don’t like, you can even eat in front of me and it won’t bug me. (smile) I love your smile, your touch, your sense of comfort, your sense of humor well I just love your company.  You presence occupies my thoughts and clears my head, which is truly a miracle in itself.  I have slept actually slept with you next to me; I still can’t believe that one.  The fact I turned off the TV no one that knows will ever believe that one.  I can write and write because I love to do it, but I will keep this one simple for sometimes I just write too much and I don’t want to bore you with my words.  Just know that if I never see you again you have for ever touched my mind, heart, soul and my spirit.  You will never be forgotten for you impact has been profound.  If I never see you again my life will be completed because of my time spent with you.  I feel I would have been incomplete in this life time had I never met you.  I think I would miss you I had not met you. I wish nothing but blessings in your travels home and in your journey called life.

    Magali Rivas

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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