Wanda Lange
Tacoma, Washington
Wanda LangeTacoma, Washington |
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Wanda is a materials handler providing training materials to Army soldiers at Fort Lewis, Washington. She, her family and two dogs are avid hikers and spend time at the seashore, where she gets most of her inspirations for writing. Wanda's writing achievements include her own line of greeting cards, slogans for national companies and poetry published by The National Library of Poetry. She is the author of a collection of poetry entitled "My Painted Heart" dedicated to some very special people who helped inspire many of her writings. Wanda believes "faith, hope, and love, the greatest of these is Love." |
To Love YouTo love you, what is it to love you?The Joys, the excitement, the uplifting rush. It's the hush in the night, in the quiet moonlight. It's in the day that all seems to crumble. I will always love you. To love you, is to love you the way you are, not to change any of you. For I fell in love with the way you are, To love you. I love when you hold me, tender and near. When I'm in your arms the worlds not there, there's nothing to fear. I will always love you. To love you is to love you all the day long, when you're not near. To hold that little piece of you so close to my heart-- to love you my dear-- I will always love you. |
FriendsSometimes its hard being a friend,We eat, laugh, cry and play together. Days like today I see you hurt, you look lost and low. Days like today, I'd like to be together. Wish I had the strength to brush away the hurt. Sometimes its hard being a friend. Though we are alike, we are different. The songs I like, some things I do, the way I cut my hair, must seem very dull to you. Just as the clothes I wear. Sometimes its hard to find the words, Should I be silent or give advice? So if nothing else seems clear right now, Please know that I am your friend. Sometimes it's hard being a friend. |
In The WindI felt your presents as the warm summersea air gently kissed my cheek-- I knew we never kissed, only touched, never revealing our hearts true feelings. Were we being meek? Was that you, blowing in the wind, Kissing my cheek? Did our souls reveal our hearts true feelings? |