I can go to my grave feeling that I have loved you, devotedly.

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I can go to my grave feeling that I have loved you, devotedly.

Her soul stood apart, so very tender and beautiful. She loved extraordinarily as if living was but a shadow to this feeling.

The depths of first love seemed a light in the dark, for this feeling was wild and restless.

To produce a feeling in creative writing is considerable magic. Consecrate to write every day. Inspiration may come, one must simply try.

Deep inside her a sense began to burn, a dangerous feeling. A sense of rebellion.

Regret was a familiar feeling, a comfortable blur of thoughts that felt hopeless.

For the first time in life, the quiet was comforting, and at last the feeling - this is myself.

This feeling of hopelessness is real pain.

A dizzying sense a feeling so strong, so unknown, to simply name it: attraction.

He was so beautiful, the feeling of having come home grew and past rejection did abate.
