When Forever Holds Your Hand
~*Marge Tindal*~

When forever holds your hand
and walks you to the promised land
know that I will follow with my heart

When no more we can touch
yet I'm missing you so much
know that I will still remember you

When memories come to call
remembering you were my all
I will hold you in my heart
when forever holds your hand

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
                               noles1@totcon.com             

The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up
spaces of consciousness and resistance; to language oppressions; to
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[This message has been edited by Mysteria (edited 06-12-2001).]

When forever holds your hand
and walks you to the promised land
know that I will follow with my heart

When no more we can touch
yet I'm missing you so much
know that I will still remember you

When memories come to call
remembering you were my all
I will hold you in my heart
when forever holds your hand

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Oh....Marge.......just beautiful
you have warmed my heart with that

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When forever holds your hand
takes u to a far away land
Remember dear
that I would always be near
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Thank youuuuuuuuu  
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It's only me.......only me
I hope that would suffice eternally

{{to cross a sea of wonder, and hold close at heart all dreams}}

Sauni :)
Have you ever known the color grey when the nighttime finds you weak
I have, I've walked that road each time; that's where my angel sleeps

[This message has been edited by Marge Tindal (edited 06-12-2001).]

I'm not often here anymore...but it is always a joy to read others muse.  Beautiful as always Marge!!!!

Take Care,
Bridgette  

Creation of woman from the rib of Man: She was not made from his head to top him; nor out of his feet to be trampled upon by him; but out of his side

~Sigh~  holding forever....I like the way this made me feel....thanks for this Marge....


Lauren~


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Nothing Beautiful In This World
Is Ever Really Lost
All Things Beloved
Live on In Our Hearts...Forever."

On the wings of words our spirits fly....and our souls are free.
~Me~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
                               noles1@totcon.com             

Those of us who refuse to risk and grow get swallowed up by life.  Patty Hansen.

Marge-
   so glad i found this one
   in my attempt to 'catch up'..
   you know i love it..

   love ya,
   ~vicky

"...until you have read the verse on his
heart, you have not truely met the poet."
-vlraynes

Margie girl, sending this back to the top, so it can shine brightly as a beacon.

I really do love this one, you have written such a wonder here
Take care
love as always sister of my heart
Mushy
  

Take back the hope you gave,- I claim
Only a memory of the same
Robert Browning

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
                               noles1@totcon.com             

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
                               noles1@totcon.com