Me and Dustin!
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I think, therefore I am.
Several Types of Logos
Hello, World!
Me and Dustin!
Welcome to my Blog…
Enjoy yourself, and thanks for stopping in.
I think, therefore I am.
Several Types of Logos
Hello, World!
All in Couple
Part of a dream I had the other night, so sureal it was to me. Woke me up from what I thinks was a sound sleep, because I was startled by it. Pretty crazy times we live in, and adventure to see through my eyes, and then sit here and display it poetically, no better feeling then, accomplishment.
Shannon, that's my wife's name. Just the very thought of her brings butterflies back to my stomach—those teenage butterflies when you're all flushed seeing the girl again, first love? I get that way sometimes just thinking of my wife. I had to let her go physically; spiritually, my wife and I always are connected.
Something I can not understand on why my wife chose walk away and I had no choice thereafter to walk away and is part of the reasons I turned my back to life and walked down my nightmare to come back then. I’m in self-conviction and this is part of the outcome to why I placed myself in this situation I try to release myself from now.
As my wife and my relationship grew, our love grew and flourished as well. Our bond becomes stronger with each other, having no regrets of yesterday's mistakes we may have made. And if mistakes were made, that previous day, we learned from them and never looked back. I miss you Shannon, and hope you're resting peacefully until we meet again.
The way we were with each other, the friendship, our marriage that it grew to be. Thank you, my dear wife, for the lasting thoughts that carry my mind to places in my heart of untold purities. I miss you so desperately and I can never forget our love, our marriage, the children, and now, we have grandchildren. I sure hope you approve, even though you're not here. I'm a hot, hot mess without you. Until we meet again Shannon, I love you. May you always rest so peacefully.
Each love poem I've written is about my late wife, Shannon. On occasion, I've written love poems for a friend or two, about their love, and I've always looked to my love, my wife. She was the only woman that I've truly loved and I've been married three times. My point being, she lights my darkest hours and I miss her. Rest in peace until we meet again.
My love, until we are reunited, I shall count the seconds till our harmony is together and once again regained. Our Lord shined on our beauty as the love that we've once lived. Rest my love and by mornings light, shall we be together again?
My dear friend will possible never know how much she means to me. We have bonded in a way, I've never experienced. When we talked to each other, she lightens my world and all troubles seem to fade as if they've never occurred. Thank you truly for entering my life. If you wouldn't have spoken, I don't think I'd be writing this excerpt. But mostly, I thank God for you!
My wife, long-ago past now, and still, I yearn for her touch, her smell, her feel. I sit and talk with her, silently, as if she was standing or sitting right beside me. I remember how we would walk in the meadows and lose track of time. Such joy, her memory, the smells of perfume, like the wildflowers in the meadows or lilacs.
