How long it’s been, since my heart sang without my lips.
How long since thrills and wonder filled my soul.
To know it is possible for me to hold the affections of another,completely mine.
It’s an experience I cherish for my future, but have not yet known.
Love is not cheap. What is cheap is not love.
To hold out for what is real, is a race worth running.
It is nobility that is given to those who are true.
About the Creator
Valerie Gessler
I’m Valerie Gessler,
I love to write stories that I pray will come alive as you read them. That you can put yourself in the characters place, and feel and experience the same breakthrough. I write from the heart. I hope you enjoy them!
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They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
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