Mark, this is the poem that every woman who has had to endure betrayal of love, trust and heart should have written for her. I know you didn't write it for me, and please forgive me, but for just these few minutes, I pretended it was mine, and I felt what it might be to feel loved. Thank you...your lady is blessed.
Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau
[This message has been edited by Meadowmuse (edited 09-10-2000).]