#RomanticTuesday

The year is coming to an end
My heart is still the same
It’s pounding strongly for my love
I’m blessed it’s not in vain

A daily dose of loving vibes
Gently embracing me
No matter when or where I am
Your love’s my constant company

There’s not a day we’ve lost that bond
Not once in all that time
My love is mirrored in your heart
And yours mirrored in mine

Time has no meaning when it’s love
We found our bliss, our destiny
The year is coming to an end
Our love will last eternally

In Love and Light

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Erika, what does “more” mean is a great question. I was listening to some folks on NPR define their biggest regrets of the year. One caller said, “I regret about 75% of the purchases I made on Amazon.” “Why did I need a cordless vacuum,” she asked as one example. More did not make her happy. It just wasted her time and money. Keith

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