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Aug 2016
"The tree offers shade, then allows us to
cool from the heat of the sun.
The blades of the grass beneath cushions
our bodies as we think of the future, and the
comfort of the bed that will soon take it's place.
The pasture with it's land far as the eyes can see.
It takes us to past dreams that we longed to be.
It melts us with-in. We hold, and hug each other
with a feeling of never wanting to let go.
We're in love. No moment like this can ever be
replaced.
No other woman can ever take her place.
It's Love It's Love. This happy in me has never
been before.
Let it not be a dream. For i have dreamed of
this before.
She kissed me softly. I opened my eyes, and
she was still there."
Micahel De Tomasso
Written by
Micahel De Tomasso  Lewisville, Texas
(Lewisville, Texas)   
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