Fifty years of love,
incipient flames grow strong,
passion builds the bond.
Flames burn, and in time…
Earthly love feels Heavenly.
Two hearts melt to join.
Dwindling flames die,
running out of oxygen…
Reach for the bellows!
She burns bright again.
A love stronger than passion,
water can’t destroy!
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Natalie Stover
I’m a mother of 5, wife and teacher. I love creating conversations with words. I believe words are powerful things that can inspire action. If you can’t “do”, you can still create action with your words!
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