to love
But there is a time...
I go walking each day down the path of life's way
Tripping and slipping over troubles unknown
But there is a time when life is sublime and
The pathway is smooth as glazed marble stone
And it is here, my dear, when you come near
With the warmth of your words that embrace me
For I rest and am blessed by the sweet tenderness
As we travel love's road to our destiny.
Kathy Lockhart
6/13/07
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2007-06-13 at 08:44
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