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Posted on Aug 28, 2008 under General
Measure wealth not by the things you have, but by the things you have for which you would not take money.
THE HEART'S FRIEND FAIR is the white star of twilight, and the sky clearer at the day's end;
But she is fairer, and she is dearer.
She, my heart's friend!
Far stars and fair in the skies bending,
Low stars of hearth fires and wood smoke ascending,
The meadow-lark's nested,
The night hawk is winging;
Home through the star-shine the hunter comes singing.
Fair is the white star of twilight,
And the moon roving
To the sky's end;
But she is fairer, better worth loving,
She, my heart's friend.
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Indian Love Poem
Dedicated to my Love Man does not measure the Stars
It is a Gift
He cannot count
So it is with my Love for you
How can I tell you of my Love?
Strong as the Eagle, soft as the Dove,
Patient as the Pine Tree that stands in the Sun
and whispers to the Wind...
"You are the one!"
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