by Faith Elizabeth Brigham
if i should live to be one-hundred
i still shall not forget
the love that lives deep inside of me
the one that never quits
i found a touch of heaven
in the brush of his finger tips
there was magic in the soft words
he whispered with tender lips
to a woman love is everything
she puts her whole heart in it
and even when all hope is gone
her mind still dabbles in it
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Faith Elizabeth Brigham
Last updated December 06, 2011