There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book. ~ Marcel Proust

[Reading Time: 2 - 2 minutes]

With every passing minute
And each new breath I take
Longing for your touch, your scent
A feeling of peace as I wake

Overwhelming, this feeling I get
I know deep in my soul it’s true
This love I feel is never-ending
All my life I’ve been waiting for you

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… For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
… True love ‘s the gift which God has given
                                – Sir Walter Scott. 1771-1832.

… Owe no man anything, but to love one another.
… Love is the fulfilling of the law.
                                – New Testament.

… Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it.
                                – Old Testament

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