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By Elizabeth Grieco Submitted by zabette Date: 2003 Aug 14 Comment on this Work [[2003.08.14.10.12.2824]] |
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For thy truths are beseeched upon thee, Like the gail wind's of an open sea, Confronted by evil, I do dare conceive; Do I seek your love, to bring shelter to my weathered being. As your love showers my soul, I continue to drink from you well of hope. Do not be afraid my love,to give of your soul, For my love's tenderness will be your just reward. EFG~ |