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Not long have I been part of love’s voyage—
Young Sailor’s journey to a distant land;
Oh I’ve reached places and seen my mirage,
A Stranger who built me castles on sand:

Ample structures, yet falsely lingering
Upon which sand frail, they would always sink,
Upon which the Stranger kept on building
The castles which crumbled in an eye’s blink

But the time of the Stranger is long past
And now only me—I can  play my part,
Pillowed on her, while Spring snow’s falling fast,
Listening, to my sweet love’s tender heart.

Still gently nestled, longing for a kiss,
Frankly smiling, while in eternal bliss.
S R Mats Mar 2015
Her burial place is in the records.
We have her lovely name.
She was a benefactor of the friary,
Thus, a prominent soul.  Agreed.
Her story, lost forever.  O, what a shame.
Nothing more is known of Emma.
Here's her 5 minutes of fame!
Aaron Mullin Sep 2014
Story about a man seeking truth in another but only to find it in himself after a torrent love affair and a worldwide quest

Story about a man seeking truth in another but only to find it in himself after a torrent love affair and a worldwide quest

Story about a man seeking truth in another but only to find it in himself after a torrent love affair and a worldwide quest
Brunch with Myshak at the Cabana

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