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If I die before my dreams come true, Well, I touched Ireland and I loved you, And that was my stairway to the heavens above, For even without Ireland, t'was you I loved. |
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Sherri Turner Stone
Ah, love…sweet, sweet love…that thing that drives the strongest of men to their knees and leaves women ruined and senseless. Since the beginning of time, there has been love and since the beginning of mankind, it has brought about some of the greatest downfalls and greatest ecstasies ever told in tales, sung in songs, or painted on canvas. Empires have been created and destroyed all in the name of the most complicated, yet most overpowering and undeniable love bond of all: the love between a man and a woman. Love, in all its glory, has been captured from every possible angle—dissected, reinvented, debated, taught, analyzed, bought and sold—and yet, to this day, we still strive to understand its mechanics and the hold it has over us when we “fall.” Everyone, no matter where from, has a story of love to tell, and today, you have happened upon the place where I tell mine. This site is a celebration of love for one man. In addition to my own writing, he has allowed me to include the poetry he wrote for me on this site. Everything else written herein is inspired by him and reflects the joy, as well as the pain, that accompanies his presence in my life. And though I share these heart musings with the entire world, he is the only one who will ever really know the depth of my love.
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Unless otherwise noted, all written material contained in this site is copyright © 2003 Sherri Turner Stone. All rights reserved. |
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