My life was an empty canvas until you came along, brush of love in hand, applying color, texture and light.
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Author: rene biberstein
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My love, a fragrant wisteria vine, creeps up, winds around and becomes intertwined in the filigree of your heart. Without your strength to cling to, I could never reach the sky. Thank you!
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Author: Rene L. Biberstein
Contributed by: Rene B. |
Sometimes it feels as if the Reader of my life is slowly thumbing through the pages, engrossed in moments, not able to put me down. Other times, when certain sections are boring Him, He flips rapidly through until He reaches the next juicy bit that catches His eye. At this point He becomes enthralled once again and settles in for a nice long read.
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Author: rene biberstein
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My life is a beautiful, patchwork quilt, hanging on the line of time, blowing in the gentle breezes of eternity.
Source: me
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Author: rene biberstein
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Life in general is a long playing movie on an endless reel of time.
Source: rene biberstein
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Author: rene biberstein
Contributed by: me |
Your love is the paper clip that keeps the pages of my life from being scattered and lost. Thanks for helping me keep it all together!
Source: me
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Author: rene biberstein
Contributed by: rene biberstein |
My heart is a lonely island, longing for companionship. Won't you please moor your raft on my shores and sink your toes into the warmth of my sand. We'll each be a haven.
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Author: rene biberstein
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Metaphor Sky is a shot of caffeine in my Latte Creativity!
Source: me
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Author: Rene L. Biberstein
Contributed by: Rene Biberstein |
Have you ever had someone come along and just by spending time caring for and loving you, begin to wash the dirt from the cracked and peeling paint of your heart, gently scrape away the layers of pain, and suddenly you wake up one morning and realize they've given your heart a fresh coat of paint, thereby brightening your whole world?
Source: me
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Author: Rene L. Biberstein
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Your love is a window in my soul. It keeps out the rain and the cold, but allows the warmth and light of the sunshine to permeate my being. When a gentle breeze is blowing, you often raise the window of your love a bit, allowing the breeze to whisper to me how blessed I am. But your love is always careful to monitor the elements.
Source: me
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Author: Rene L. Biberstein
Contributed by: Rene L. Biberstein |
Your thoughts are the shovel to my surface; digging allows the true, moist, fresh soil underneath to breathe.
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Author: Anonymous
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I have woven a parachute out of everything broken.
Source: Wisdom Quotes
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Author: William Stafford
Contributed by: Darina Stoyanova |
...wait a little is a long road (when a person asks God to "wait a little")
Source: Lord, you called - 14th Cen. English poem
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Author: Anonymous
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My old life was a discarded husk.
Source: The Go-Between
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Author: L.P. Hartley
Contributed by: Jim Stegall |
