Ad Links & Poetry
BRENT
You're sweeter than my morning coffee,
than the honey in my tea.
Kinder than the doorman
who tips his hat at me.
Gentler than the whispering wind
that caresses my blond hair.
I feel your sweet gentle presence
just about everywhere.
I enjoy your humor.
I enjoy you more and more.
I love just being with you.
I like having you here.
by
Carol Ann Houseworth
National Center for Missing and Exploited Children

A woman feels love as a man does not.
In him a flame.
To her a whisper.
It comes to her step by step;
tenderness brings it by.
Gentleness keeps it so.
Like a dove it touches in,
to settle forever,
in her heart.
by
Carol Ann Houseworth
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