But The Quest for Beauty is a Beast. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Poem I Wrote a While Ago Gwennie, My Bright Star, Who Shines Through the Night By Alison J.S � May 26, 2003. I wish that I could be there to hug you when you cry, To take your hand and squeeze it tight, to wipe your tearful eyes. But as I talk to you and your voice grows weaker by the day, I feel there�s nothing I can do, but send hopeful thoughts your way. So when you do come across a friendly note in the mail, Never forget how much you mean to me, please don�t let your courage fail! For you can overcome this terrible disease, although it�s been so long, Since you could run through bright tall grass and sing a hopeful song. So I pray to the Gods and I beg them to listen to my sad, sorrowful prayer, Please help my Gwennie beat this disease for without her I could not bear. For she is my star, who shines up above, no matter how stormy the skies, And I know that one day, she will be free from this hell, and her soul full of freedom will rise. sorry that sucked! Andria, I hope you're not mad I wrote some stuff here. :( :'( 12:26 a.m. - 2003-07-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------- |
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