Rosemary J. Gwaltney
northern mountains, Idaho
Tender, tender, your words float over my sometimes aching spirit, soothing me with your love and understanding. You've known the depths of despair too, my sweetheart, and my heart is always with you. This is an exceptionally beautiful, haunting, and poignant poem. I love it.
...Living is ever like crossing rivers; finding a new life on each shore ... RJG
[This message has been edited by Rosemary J. Gwaltney (edited 04-08-2000).]