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Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download the photo graphic, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.


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Love Passing By
When the crimson rose has faded And our day at last is done; In the forest dark and shaded Blows the tempest, dims the sun. When the night holds us together Shall forgiveness mend the past Will despair bring sunny weather And heal our hearts at last? If we hide within the shadows Will you stay here close to me; Will we walk forgotten meadows Or sail a foreign sea? In vain the hour must reap What we gathered in the sun; And love's harvest now will weep For the battle never won. Within the world's disgrace In the hour of Nevermore; Will there be another race To a far-off fabled shore? We promised love tomorrow We preen with pride today Now pride and love will borrow The tears of yesterday. Our pride we now confess it Is a sin that couldn't last; Our passion if we kiss it Is like a dream now passed. While fragrance scents the garden And the misty moon rides high; The wind whispers a pardon When love goes passing by.
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