Love

Love is not a child's toy,
To be torn and broken by girl or boy.
But is to be held close, like a new born babe.
And cared by both from day to day.
As the years go by your heart has aged.
But has kept your love through trying days.



Lazy River


Lazy river if you could talk,
And tell me what my lover thought.
As he stood on the hill looking into your
depth of blue.
Where only you, yes only you
Could comfort his sad eyes of blue
As he stood on the hill,
looking into your depths of blue.

by Alicia Fredrickson

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Comments (1)

Wow, how deep. Very interesting, I wonder though why are they together.