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Things You Should Know..
This is Who I AM ...Nothing more and certainly Nothing less. I have a gentle, kind and caring spirit; I am very romantic, poetic and sentimental yet proud and blessed to be a strong black woman. I love the simple things in life and am not out here to play. Most importanly, I have a sincern heart. I enjoy life and like to have fun. I am not looking but if that special someone happens along that would be wonderful. Involed but not happy , medium build and considered very sexy by others, although beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. My Hobbies & Interests: I like to take long walks on the beach, watch movies and spend quiet time listening to music. I also love to cook and love my pet bull dog rocky. My Online Life: I love making graphics and animation and I also love my group marriage and the support I have been given from my BP family....much love guys and gals. My Occupation:retired chef of 25 years Personal Quote: "In order for our relationship to work you must love me when it hurts!!!!!......
Love is patient with a life That brings its share of pain. We know sometime there is an end To the most stubborn rain. We know the sun comes out again On a world that's fresh and new, And all the gifts we freely give Somewhere, sometime accrue. We know sometimes we have to wait For life to come around, And sometimes that it won't, but still There's some good to be found. And even when things happen that Your soul can hardly bear, Know that I'll be next to you; My love is always there..
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  WHO'S LISTENING  Who is listening in the breach, to what another has to say? One in a million is a good pair of ears drinking slow sips in the pauses of the every day. So full of our selfish-selves, mostly all that is displayed is a vultures capture of a corpse, briefly revived for rapacious ears awaiting instant sound bites. Easy to latch a beak around the meat of what one wanted to say in the first place. When I talk, it really is to a brick wall. On the same deafness, peaceful or angry words will fall. So I speak less and less, until my muteness nods in agreement with itself: for some quieter nights and dampened days, where I practice the art of hearing like a novice. Reading is where it is at finding voices that slip the barricade. The years shrivel the will to hear the same, over and over and over again; except for a certain song from the distant past, or the understanding voice of a big eared friend; except the words that slip the chinks I chisel with my quiet hammer, to let you in.
 Moonlit Steps Once we shared a midnight supper, by moonlight it was, on the steps leading down to the sea. You promised never to forget that night. You smiled, remembering . . . By moonlight it was, on the steps. I would remember such things of past. Never to forget that night, you smiled. I remember you gathered courage to brush my hand. I would remember such things of past . . . so long ago, yet was but yesterday. You, gathering courage, brushed my hand . . . that unsure smile chased uncertainty. So long ago, yet was but yesterday when we warmed ourselves with caresses and that unsure smile chased uncertainty. Gentle you were and pointed to stars when we warmed ourselves with caresses. And leading down to the sea you promised . . . Gentle you were and pointed to stars as we shared a midnight supper by moonlight. It was on the steps leading down to the sea we promised. Never to forget that night, I smile remembering that once. We shared a midnight supper..
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