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[sid] => 11954
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => One Lace Ribbon
[time] => 2003-02-05 02:20:00
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => Delicate is the hand that holds one ribbon of white lace
Memories of times gone by when he held her in this place Walking with her through fields,of yellowed grass and wild flowers A life time of love they had found, in warm daylight hours All about her are his whispers,they play upon the breeze Reminding her of softer times when here they loved so free Before her stands an old oak,where beneath it in the shade He had sealed with a kiss,the promise that he made He spoke of neverending love,friendship,staying together Into her eyes he gazed, as his words were of forever Remembering this brings sadness,her tears now fall like rain How could he go away and leave her here in pain She looks at the white ribbon,and in her mind lost somewhere She falls upon the memory,of how he used to love her hair He would runs his fingers through it,as she laid upon his chest And when it was tied,of all her ribbons,he loved this one the best Sighing,she walks a little further,towards their trickling stream Where for hours they'd lie in sunshine,sharing all their dreams This was his very favourite place,he loved the trickling sound So this is where he rests now,and where she is often found Everyday for fourteen years,she comes here and sits for hours Holding his favourite ribbon and carrying wildflowers Kneeling down beside his grave,she places the flowers in a vase And weeps while holding one lace ribbon, to her broken heart [comments] => 4 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 24 [informant] => LovingWhispers [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LoveRemembered )
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