Category: Romantic Love
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A Tailor’s Shoppe
Per chance, there was a day, when as I went, I espied, that there were a tailor’s shoppe along the way. Surely, I cried, this is the place that I should seek, to have those changes to my attire that I wish to make. Yet, many a day did go by, that I passed that…
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The Perfect Wife
A Poem By SirPeterJamesdotcom. Dedicated to his love, the Ladye Scarlett, a virtuous Woman. (with extracts from Proverbs 31:10 – KJV).
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Jessica and Pieter-Jacobus
All the while she gazed out her upstairs window – the bright moonlit Transvaal winter’s night revealed a fantasy landscape before her. It was a stage upon which she could set the actors as she wished.
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The Rose
Throughout history the simple rose, a beautiful fragrant flower, has been the source of much that has been written about life, love, beauty and fragrance. Although the rose, like so much of nature’s gems, appears so defenseless against all of the elements of life, so easily crushed by these elements; roughly picked by less caring…
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Resplendent Heaven
I was all of twenty years old and in love. We met at a Fabric Designers workshop and the moment my eyes gazed into hers, I knew I had reached heaven on earth. She invited me to join her for a weekend getaway in the mountains, with her Fabric Designers Group. At nineteen she…
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The Little Prince – Book Review Part Two
In the original book review, I discussed aspects of the book written by Antoine De Saint-Exupery. See Previous publication. However, as promised, I will now take you on a behind the scenes journey in terms of the lives of the author and his wife, Consuelo Suncin and finally the death of the author.
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The Little Prince
A Book Review The Little Prince was authored by Antoine De Saint-Exupery (1900-1943), a French nobleman, in 1943. De Saint-Exupery was an aviator and the author of several bestselling novels, but the Little Prince far exceeded his wildest dreams.
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Trail of Wilderness
Medieval Prose by sirpeterjames.com Along the trail of wilderness wandered I ,my heart did cry, who am, I who am I? Yet no reply, no reply came to my reporte. Yet did the wind call in its flight yonder. Is this the voice I seek, the voice of my thoughtse? Nay, surely not; the wind…
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A Tailor’s Shoppe
Per chance, there was a day, when as I went, I espied, that there were a tailor’s shoppe along the waye. Surely, I cried, this is the place that I should seek, to have those changes to my attire that I wish to make.
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Soul Mates
From the first moment, we made a connection… …there was that sense that I have known you for a long time and that our relationship was meant to be. Thank you for all you are in my life. You are there through the ups and downs, reminding me each day of why I love you. …
Love Your Life Adopt Your Purpose 