Eleanor Mae ALEXANDER-McDONALD
Caring for Your Indulgence
My dear sweet Eleanor, my wife, who blessed me as a soul mate,
compels me to share a Husband’s love for a beautiful caring soul. I used to write my wife little lovie dovie notes, touching rhyming prose, you know, that cute buttercup stuff… I loved her smile… In Eleanor’s honour, she would agree that the two of us together, would share with you, the loving inspiration she instilled in me. In Dedication, with a sigh from her smile, to Eleanor Mae Alexander-McDonald Let’s tell a story about love, from a softy, no more tears…Together we present: Lover’s: It’s True
LOVERS: IT’S TRUE
How can a smile, delight one’s soul? The intimacy of consciousness, is/was bestowed? As if, in a fairytale, happy for ever-after? To feel, your souls must touch, to become wiser! Passion’s hot embers, grand, yet dare not compare, fanciful not, though Utopia of love be rare; by emotion’s touch, soul mating is felt… beyond out there. Yes, it’s true, the paradise of love be yours,
But only, if souls dare to bare.
Grins, to Smiles, until next time FGMcDee
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