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Holding You I turn to you in dark of night and hold you while you sleep. Smelling of your hair and skin I softly start to weep. More than any dream I dreamed an un- dreamed dream came true. The day I looked into your eyes. The day God gave me you. Facing all my doubts and fears and facing all my sorrow. As I hope and sometimes pray I'll still have you tomorrow. It's not unhappy tears I cry or some defeated attitude. These tears that find your pillow are tears of gratitude. I listen in the still night air to the rhythm of your heart. Holding you holds me together as I start to fall apart. For all the places yet to see where together one day we'll travel. How can it be my love for you still makes my heart unravel. As I turn to you in dark of night and hold you while you sleep. Smelling of your hair and skin I softly start to weep. Edwin C Hofert

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Date: 5/2/2015 1:37:00 PM
So beautifully romantic Edwin - can't believe such a romantic man has not been snapped up - get these poems out to a wider audience the ladies will love you Edwin! hugs Jan xx
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Jan Allison
Date: 5/2/2015 2:18:00 PM
lol:-) hugs Jan xx
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Edwin Hofert
Date: 5/2/2015 2:16:00 PM
LOL Sounds like trouble! Not that a little trouble might not be nice once in awhile lol. God bless. Ed <3
Date: 5/1/2015 9:32:00 PM
Wow...whatever doubt your beloved has will surely crumble with this oh so deep devotion that you could weep! Loved it Edwin. :)
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Edwin Hofert
Date: 5/1/2015 9:47:00 PM
I write of love as I think it should be. Unfortunately not as it is. I am single if not married to my poetry. :) Still I know I've only known this kind of love in word.. But maybe.... Someday.

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