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When Our Hands are Joined by Death
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When Our Hands are Joined by Death |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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Dear, what are you thinking? Do you ever think of me? Are you dwelling in some city? Or living by the sea? Do you wonder what I'm doing? Where I hang my hat tonight? If it's mountain, plains, or desert... I shall see by morning light? Do you wonder what my thoughts are? If you ever play a part? Darling, you may be assured that... You have captured my wild heart. I am yours, yet you can't have me- Nor, honey, can I be with you... What a forlorn situation, Barring love which beats so true. But as I journey westward- Toward the setting of the sun... I have left my heart behind me, With my one and only one. Maybe fate will soon unite us, When I've drawn my final breath. Perhaps then we'll be together, When our hands are joined by death. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Such a bittersweet write cowboy! So full of longing and missed opportunities. Well done m'friend. Good to see you here today. Hugs~Nancy |
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A Tone of Voice Member
since 2001-07-18
Posts 287 |
what a romantic notion---- Atov~ |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
Love does not die. It is eternal. This is a beautiful yet sad write John. Very expressive. believe in what your heart feels... |
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