W O R D S
were read. . .
My Dearest Love:
I listen to words, many words of men. Some of their words of their own, others have words that sound sweet to the human ears. But is your word that I love the most. It is where the origin of others copy. They have copied some credit for their own exaltation.
When hear your word I can know the differences. Their words dry up,
but everlasting is your Words. Always flourishing never-ending.
--MIISRAEL
WINNIESPOETRY LOVE LETTERS From September's RomanceSep122007Copyrighted.
Posted By: MIISRAEL Bride
Monday, September 12th 2016 at 5:45PM
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