Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. You know you will never get to the end of the journey. But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb. - Sir Winston Churchill


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I used to think love was colorless, Till I found the screaming colors of love in you. With us far apart, The rhythm of your heart still tingles. The dews of your virgin love Has clogged the eyes of my emotion, Miles and miles away, I see no other but you. I understand this unspoken passion of love between us The voice of your love The unwritten words in your eyes Those messages in your smile, Each time our eyes lock. Even in this heat of summer, Dews of your love still soothes me, Painting me with the colors of hope That one day you'll be mine. Obinwanne Seaman Barry © 2006. All Rights Reserved.

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