Love By Chris Roe - April 3, 2015 Facebook Twitter Google+ Pinterest WhatsApp We meet again. The moment, Kind and generous, The beauty, Peaceful and serene. The spirit alive In all that is And not what could be. And all of this Born of love, In a moment That is timeless And always Enough. RELATED ARTICLESMORE FROM AUTHOR New books examine Money, Art of Living April Windstorm on Mountain Cliff (for Diana) Given Up to the Wind The Gate Stands Open Only the Rich are Happy Word for Word Homage Rainbow Dance In love with the hills… LEAVE A REPLY Cancel reply Please enter your comment! Please enter your name here You have entered an incorrect email address! Please enter your email address here Notify me of follow-up comments by email.