The passion we shared nothing else could compare, for that love was known as you and me. The first night we met I could never forget the sweet smell of love that filled the air. I wanted to know you so I brushed up against you, with the slightest touch of my breast. As I walked passed, you looked deep into my eyes I nearly lost all of my breath. I felt you stare deep into the depths of my soul, a feeling I still must confess, gives me chills and gives me thrills in words I still can’t even find express. Our love would grow fast, so fast that I was suddenly crippled with love’s whiplash, with emotions way too high to see. How I wish you were still here to share all that I feel, but for God needed another angel you see. So now here I lay, with thoughts of you my dear, knowing that your presence is near; and thank God every day, for the gift of your love in a bundle of joy that’s growing inside of me.
J.Duarte
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Its A Boy!
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Its A Boy!The passion we shared nothing else could compare, for that love was known as you and me. The first night we met I could never forget the sweet smell of love that filled the air. I wanted to know you so I brushed up against you, with the slightest touch of my breast. As I walked passed, you looked deep into my eyes I nearly lost all of my breath. I felt you stare deep into the depths of my soul, a feeling I still must confess, gives me chills and gives me thrills in words I still can’t even find express. Our love would grow fast, so fast that I was suddenly crippled with love’s whiplash, with emotions way too high to see. How I wish you were still here to share all that I feel, but for God needed another angel you see. So now here I lay, with thoughts of you my dear, knowing that your presence is near; and thank God every day, for the gift of your love in a bundle of joy that’s growing inside of me.  |
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