Second chance love poems for her. Not with a Club, the Heart is broken.
Charity tends towards the last end considered as last end:
There bathe in his tears, there suck at his wounds, and lie down in peace in his grave, till he vouchsafe you a Resurrection, and an ascension into that Kingdom which he hath purchased for you, with the inestimable price of his incorruptible blood.
Lassen, sitting on the shore of Whiskeytown Lake, sitting in my backyard in the moonlight, or visiting a beautiful church or college or park that is nearby.
Please always note the author.
Carrick, John D.
Archived from the original on 20 October
In Ebon Box, when years have flown.
When I look out to the sea I will think of your endless love for your family.