The beauty of moving thine body lay not in thine walking
but in thine heart
The utmost pure love thy have shown
lay not in thine caring nor loving
but in thine precious hidden soul
That’s why loving thee is not a day’s work
but a labour that lasts a life long
and encapsulates life beyond eternity….
© Sylvia Frances Chan
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Tuesday 12 January 2016 – 16.37 hrs.p.m.
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