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Not the Wrong Feeling

NOT THE WRONG FEELING When I lost my heart to the man I loved, How could it be wrong when it felt so right, My father told me little girl of mine, he'll ruins your life, Brake that tender heart of yours, and give you nothing but Strife. But how could this be wrong when it felt so right. Years passed by, through poverty, and illnesses, We've endeavored to strive, forging ahead, At times ready to just give up, to say whatever And walk away. but with love and faith we made it He and I, together come what may. For both of us knew from the beginnings get go, How could it be wrong when it felt so right. As old ages rocking chairs are being prepared for us, And our bodies challenge for every step that we take, I still know he loves me, and I him, and our legacy's Children will not turn away from us, and for this I am Truly blessed. When I look into my husbands eyes and see our past Together, I know one thing to be for real no matter what, That this could not be wrong when it feels so right. As the light of God, shall move across my spiritual frame, Separating my being from it's earthly form, and I move To the Ethereal domain, to that distant shore beyond, I know my dearest love shall be waiting their for me, And inside a feeling lives, and in this I know and believe. What could be wrong with this magnificent feeling, it is not Wrong but oh so right. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN 08-11-2014

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Date: 8/19/2014 5:46:00 PM
what a marvelous tribute to your husband and your fine marriage. Wow!! My mom hated me marrying Joe too. In some ways she was right to discourage me. I was too young and my husband is totally my opposite and hates poetry. On the other hand, we have endured and done pretty well for nearly 40 years. Many ups and downs, HUGE ups and downs. Isn't life strange?
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