Oh how I love looking into his silky brown eyes. His hands that so often hold mine are always as hot as coal. I find comfort and warmth in his strong arms that hold me tight. I think I am falling in love with him. I can not bear going one day without hearing his sweet voice that soothes my sorrows. When I see him my heart jumps as butterflies flutter in my tummy. He treats me like his little angel. He listens to every word I breathe even the things that seem meaningless. How could I be so lucky to find such a wonderful guy who makes me feel so special.

If I were a Cat

I could hide under a hat

waiting for a big bird

to come out of its herd

What is White?

White is the sparkling snow and angel's wings.

White is the color of the puffy clouds.

Where Jesus watches us from above.

Blank thoughts and my sneakers.

Gym tops and kids socks.

Sometimes our face when we are very ill.

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What I have Learned This is a poem that has been going around in email for awhile now. I love this poem and that is why I have it linked on my page. I did not write this one.

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