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[bodytext] => It was my impression as I surfed through life That I had my eyes wide open and saw all Child, teen, adult, mother, wife Little did I know I was behind the eight ball As a child, I believed in magic, wishes coming true In real time, childhood contained hurt and pain The teen in me never knew what I was suppose to do My days brought scars, tears that flooded like rain Charged into adulthood, bravely stood strong and tall I had all the answers, but to the wrong questions Every corner brought me straight into a brick wall Life held mysteries with no end, full of deceptions How do you learn to hear your true path calling Who has the words that contain your true answers Is there someone out there who can stop my falling Do you ever reach the end of your hope's reserve I knew in my soul and heart that love would be mine God answered my prayers; my love fell from a star He caught my eye with a smile that was so fine My husband has shown me love, taken me so far I know love's language, can sing every verse Pushed that old eight ball back into the far pocket He's stood by my side through the best and worst He sent the bad away on a love fueled rocket So many ways to say I love you, forever, always With all that is within my body, I promise you this I will love you; cherish you, for all of our days My hand in yours, our hearts joined, this is my wish [comments] => 1 [counter] => 97 [topic] => 2 [informant] => dvtpdw [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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