Where Silver Tears Do Rust
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Dying Ember...1999
If not rekindled
Love will die.
If not held precious
A woman will stumble.
Without truths
Words are empty.
Without passion
Life is dull.
I am passionate
In thought, word and deed.
I have stumbled.
However, my words are not empty.
Love's fire, however true
Glows as a mere ember
Compared to the raging
Inferno that once burned
Bright our hearts
While bringing light to
Even our darkest moments...
L.A.Mc Nabb
01 February,1999
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
Love will die.
If not held precious
A woman will stumble.
Without truths
Words are empty.
Without passion
Life is dull.
I am passionate
In thought, word and deed.
I have stumbled.
However, my words are not empty.
Love's fire, however true
Glows as a mere ember
Compared to the raging
Inferno that once burned
Bright our hearts
While bringing light to
Even our darkest moments...
L.A.Mc Nabb
01 February,1999
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
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Dying Ember...1999
Dying Ember...1999