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| Bobby G. Riddle my love Jan. 20 2015 |
It was beautiful; I could feel his warmth, here his voice, whispering softly to me...
It would be OK he said... You will be OK.
I turned to him, he softly touched my cheek... like an angels wing.. barely there...
but felt.
I could hear the music in his heart; the love flowing from him.....
He was my lyric, I was his melody......
He quietly gazed upon me as I slept; watching over me...
Etheral.... beautiful, Gaurding me....
My beautiful man came to me; in my dreams....
last night.
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