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Love Birds
Time toys with memories, but cannot change facts. Or can it alter emotions. From a girl till I became a woman, Every day I saw love, I desired it. Knew it was a blessing, recognize from the moment my eyes opened, there was one I rather spend life with, but chose one I felt most suited me. Buy The Cry of our Children by clicking this link
Happy Monday
Good things comes with time. Success is rarely achieve over night. If things do not go well the first time, Try and try, again and again. Stay content and align your self With others who build you up. Retain your smile, winning does not come from, frowns. For more of my poems buy my ebook. "The Cry of our Children." by selecting the link below. The Cry of our children
It is not you but me.
Never thought I’d ever grasp The “it is not you but me,” concept, with time I got it. It was not that I was not good enough. It was that he messed up. Could not appreciate, recognize value. No matter how intelligent he was. Didn't matter that he had my love, was applauded and respected by all around, had many accomplishments. When it came to appreciating fine women he was lacking. Wished only the best for him and whoever falls ‘n becomes my replacement. My advice would be to lower expectations, don't achieve more or exercise great moral, or she would also will comprehend, The “it is not you but me” phrase. Purchase the Cry of our Children by choosing this Link