My birthday gift To myself Is this poem. It is a wish Of love, Of happiness. It is a promise Of steadfast support Through thick and thin. It is a token That will endure Many years hence. It is I Telling myself, "Happy birthday, baby girl."
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My End, My Beginning
Be my end,I plead thee,For I don't knowHow to go onWithout you.Be the end of meAs I know alone,Which is so notWhat I want to be,With you.Be the endOf everythingAs I know it,For sometimes,The end is where we begin.Be the beginningI have yearnedWith all my heart,Not for days,But years.Be the beginning of meAs I know [...]
An Author You'll Remember 