The ink you see spilled upon these pages mostly reflects the love I have in my heart for one woman. A woman I'm proud to say, I won her heart and hand, in marriage. The ink is also my tears, for she died too young and too soon. Those are other writings that reflect my love of God, who held our hands in our time of need. My family and friends say I have not taken the time to grieve, I disagree. The smile on my face is but a token I offer to those around me. In my writings, my pain shows, along with the love I hold for her. ...
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The ink you see spilled upon these pages mostly reflects the love I have in my heart for one woman. A woman I'm proud to say, I won her heart and hand, in marriage. The ink is also my tears, for she died too young and too soon. Those are other writings that reflect my love of God, who held our hands in our time of need. My family and friends say I have not taken the time to grieve, I disagree. The smile on my face is but a token I offer to those around me. In my writings, my pain shows, along with the love I hold for her. She has and still does bring the best out in me. This ink my blood, the words my tears.These pages also show my love for others, be it friends or family members.
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