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To the World, you are one person
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To the World you are one person, but to me you are the World.
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You walk through the days of our lives, radiating light, spreading love, encouraging peace in gentle ways.
We call you angel.
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We Call You Angel
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You and I together Forever
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You and I Together Forever
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The beauty that surrounds us mirrors the beauty within you.
These words are centered within a heart made of wild bluebonnets.
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Bluebonnet Heart
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My Heart Searched for your Heart
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My heart searchef for your heart until you found it and made it your own.
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There is a love like a small lamp which goes out when the oil is consumed; or like a stream which dries up when it doesn't
rain.
But there is a love that is like a mighty spring gushing up out of the earth; it keeps flowing forever and is inexhaustible.
Isaac of Nineveh
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Love Is Like a Mighty Stream
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Fire!
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Someday after we have mastered the winds, the waves, the tides and gravity, we shall harness the energies of love. Then for
the second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.
Teilhard De Chardin
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Your strong arms surround me--within them I am in a safer place, a place of comfort, a place of confidence.
The strength within you radiates through me, infuses me too, with strength. My head rests on your chest. I listen to your
heartbeat, absorbing the perfect peace of the moment.
You are my love, the love who is really with me, for me, in this time, in this place, in this world.
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Your Strong Arms
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Invisible Miracle
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To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others.
Francois Mauriac
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The Perfume of sandalwood, rosebay or jasmine, cannot travel against the wind,
but the fragrance of virtue travels even against the wind as far as the ends of the world
Like garlands woven from a heap of flowers, fashion from your life as many good deeds.
From Dhammapada
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The Perfume of Sandalwood..
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