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| ~*~ DEATH OF THE HEART~*~ |
| HOW DOES ONE BEGIN TO EXPLAIN THE DEATH OF THE HEART SHE SITS QUITELY AND PONDERS.. AS THE TEARS FALL SILENTLY DOWN HER CHEEK,, THAT IS WHAT HAPPENDS WHEN ONE LOSES HER MASTER HIS STRONG , GENTLE HAND , NO LONGER THERE TO GUIDE,, NO LOVE TO NURTURE THE TENDER SOUL,NO STRONG SHOULDER TO CARRY THE WOES OF THE WORLD TO STAND BETWEEN HER AND THE OUTSIDE. ONLY AN EMPTY CHAIR ... A GRIM REMINDER,, OF THE JOYS AND PLEASURES ,, WHEN SHE SAT AT HIS FEET FEELING HIS WARMTH.. AND PRESENCE ,, CALMING HER SPIRIT AS HE WORKED NO WARM BREATH ,,TOUCHING AND CARESSING HER SKIN AS HE WHISPERED HIS COMMANDS TO HER EARS.. THE EMPTINESS, VAST ,, NEVER ENDING ,, HER ONLY ...... COMPANION.. TEARS AND DESPAIR.... HEAD HELD LOW.. SHE REMAINS SILENT .. KNOWING THERE IS NO WAY TO BEGIN TO EXPLAIN THE DEATH OF THE HEART......... |
| WRITTEN FOR MY SISTER WILLOW .. WHO HAS LOST HER MASTER SIR VIP.. WHO LEFT ,,VOWING TO RETURN ,......... |
| Written by sheri....themuse5..,,NKZ/NCZ 030701 |
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