Come walk with me along the shore where the sea foams and groans.

I can see you and me caught up in the figment of our imagination with this thing that calls us.

Please know that I always question my instincts concerning this thing call love.

Tickles (Photo credit: deltaMike)

Bring me the peace and joy that raise up like a blazing torch within our lives causing us to rejoice.

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Your love for me is like a red apple which once bitten never ceases to be the sweetness that we know.

It lifts me up to the white and fluffy clouds where I float among the stars that I reach out to touch with my finger tips.

Floating I can feel dew drops tickling my face as you caress me from morning til night fall.

I repeat it was never dismal, only joyful as I see you riding upon a glorious tide on a slide show below.

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Come be with me in this sea that flows back and forth to find the love that is made in paradise.

Like milk and honey we will feast on the joy that titillates our delights with jolts of our imagination from the great beyond.

What a day of days it has been for a joyous couple that has been enwrapped with silk that was as white as milk.

It is the time to rejuvenate and be prepared for a future laden with bliss for which we have longed for all along.

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It is the highs and lows of love that moves us to the mountain top and dips us into the deep valleys below.

Staring us in our face are the realities that we have to face and the daring things that we’ve to do.

These marvels prompt us to grant peace to our souls that soothe our being and bring light to all those around us.

Let it be said that we lived lives marked without contraints for our being that wishes to give and be given in return.

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