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The Sound of Home
It's a beautiful thing for a man to hear a woman singing alone idly filling the world with music It rips his heart with silent glee Such a lucky man could eavesdrop needing hear no specific words or know if the singing is a tune because the sound of love is perfect The moments of her tarry, of quiet, of humming wordlessly or of silence he hears other things than those as she moves through the home He hears the warmth of life calling filling the house with her presence the invisible and blanketing aroma that causes birds outside to rejoice Scoundrel... |
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I like this...
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Makes me want to sing!
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The Sound of Home It's a beautiful thing for a man to hear a woman singing alone idly filling the world with music It rips his heart with silent glee Such a lucky man could eavesdrop needing hear no specific words or know if the singing is a tune because the sound of love is perfect The moments of her tarry, of quiet, of humming wordlessly or of silence he hears other things than those as she moves through the home He hears the warmth of life calling filling the house with her presence the invisible and blanketing aroma that causes birds outside to rejoice Scoundrel... |
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sweet!
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This writing captures the essence of a woman in the home and how important and loved she is even if she does not know the totallity of the love and appreciation of her spirit.
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Delightfully captured in words.
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So true
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It took me to a time of long ago. I enjoyed this
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The Sound of Home It's a beautiful thing for a man to hear a woman singing alone idly filling the world with music It rips his heart with silent glee Such a lucky man could eavesdrop needing hear no specific words or know if the singing is a tune because the sound of love is perfect The moments of her tarry, of quiet, of humming wordlessly or of silence he hears other things than those as she moves through the home He hears the warmth of life calling filling the house with her presence the invisible and blanketing aroma that causes birds outside to rejoice Scoundrel... |
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Edited by
flame1cutie
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Thu 02/05/09 10:11 PM
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The Sound of Home It's a beautiful thing for a man to hear a woman singing alone idly filling the world with music It rips his heart with silent glee Such a lucky man could eavesdrop needing hear no specific words or know if the singing is a tune because the sound of love is perfect The moments of her tarry, of quiet, of humming wordlessly or of silence he hears other things than those as she moves through the home He hears the warmth of life calling filling the house with her presence the invisible and blanketing aroma that causes birds outside to rejoice Scoundrel... |
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im diggin it
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