the red rose whispers
passion,the white rose,breathes of love
oh, the red rose is a falcon,and the white rose is a dove
~John Boyle O'Reily~
Francine,
My Love
Who but you could hold me and keep the world at bay,
Who but you could scold me in the nicest kind of way,
Who but you could take my hand and step into a dream,
Who but you could bring such joy enough to make me scream,
Who but you could lead the way through fantasies,part by part,
Who but you could make me love and open my heart,
Who but you could bring to earth each and every star,
Who but you would tell me " I love you the way you are"
None, not a single one could do the things you do,
I could never love another the way that I love you
!
Steve
Here
is a small poem that expresses my love for
Francine that I would like to share with
all who visit my website.
Francine, my dear I love you not only for what you are, But for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have
made of yourself,but for what you are making of me. I love you because you have done more than any creed could have done to make me good, and more than any fate could have done to make me happy. You have done it without a touch, without a word, without a sign. You have done it by being yourself. Steve About me page / my wifes page / my daughters page / my grandkids page
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