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they started things out thinking they had it all under control little did they know that emotions change into different shapes and forms the control slipped through their fingers disappeared just like that all they were left with was a yearning for more of something they couldn’t even define… ©130520121710

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 8/5/2012 5:23:00 PM
Lack of control is scary in any situation but sometimes it's also necessary. Great poem...Chris
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Date: 5/14/2012 5:23:00 AM
Only you Wilma, could defined the undefinable, here you've just that in this wonderful poem. hope you are ok, harry
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Date: 5/13/2012 9:59:00 PM
It is this yearning that keeps life moving. A wonderful write,..:) Jag
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Date: 5/13/2012 7:41:00 PM
Smile ˜ "Yessss, I Myself Could Most Definitely Equate These Priceless Emotions Stirring, My Dear Beyound Beautiful, Beautiful Wilma * Unto Your Precious, Amazing & Beautiful Light * 'This Beauty Inside Of Your Beautiful Eyes * My Love, Forever;'" John!:) ˜
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Date: 5/13/2012 5:01:00 PM
Wilma, I started my last relationship this way, but emotions do change. Only true love is constant and I love the way you describe the "yearning for more of something the couldn't even define." Briliant! Hope your book is selling -- good idea to use it as your icon too. I'm collaborating with two other poets on a collection and a publisher has accepted it. We are going through the fine print of the contract now. Love, Carolyn
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Date: 5/13/2012 12:47:00 PM
Wilma this is poetry at it's best..David
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Date: 5/13/2012 10:50:00 AM
You are such a poetic thinker, Wilma. I love how you defined this thing that can't be defined! well, you are my last one to visit for this morning. TIme for church. I better not make myself late like last time. Luv, Andrea
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Date: 5/13/2012 10:42:00 AM
Wilma.....a poem that bleeds....well written.- oxox love Anne-Lise
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