But were we ever really?Ever is the mark you left, Present upon mine own self And what is one mark upon me But a memory for a lifetime Of one who is lost to me?But were we ever really?
Tarry, poor heart and love That you should live for a moment In the past when for so little time I was there, and you were there But were you ever really?
And perhaps one will look down someday from her heavenly abode
And see us together in Time's Cyclone For the past lives in memory and the mark upon me And is always now and at the same time then
Hold, time, for a minute longer That I am once more
The Mountain“Mike, I don’t think we’re supposed to go down there.” Kate cautioned me, looking gingerly at the rather intimidating drop.The Mountain
“Why not?” “Well, for one thing, there’s that gate. It doesn’t look very inviting.” “Well gates open, don’t they?” I tried the catch on the gate, and it swung open. “Ah, yes! Come on, it’ll be fun! Like an adventure.” “The one day you decide not to be afraid of heights we have to be on top of the Swiss Alps, don’t we?” “Fine, be boring. Let’s go back up.” Kate and I started up the long set of stairs. Stairs, stairs, and more stairs. By the time I got back to th
How're ya?
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When I asked why it was so,
You said, "Just to have you, I am blessed."
But I'll continue to apologize,
For troubling someone as pure as you.
But to that you say, "My dear..."
"You're my angel too."
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