Love Notes from our readers – compiled by Kimberly Gail Price

Happy Valentine’s Day we have departed,
Happy Valentine’s Day for me
I am not resentful or cold hearted.
You are so special;
He doesn’t know that about you.
He probably doubts you.
I love your smile your silhouettes
You’re so kind of a soul
We were like children again
About seventeen years old,
We met many years ago.
To reunite again it was godly,
The lovely moments we shared like no other –
Like no other.
The earth spins; are you happy?
The earth spins,
I can really make you happy again
A second time around again,
The earth spins; blessed souls united again.
Many sunrises and sunsets again,
I love you; Happy Valentines.
~Carlos Sanchez

True Love In Pie Form
Steve’s Key Lime – Redhook!
~ Brad Boyer

Brads loves Kimberbee
~ Anon

I love you Kimberly….. and George for all the works you do, big and Small , for years and years… don’ nevah change!!
Irregulars forever!
~ Love, Rusty Hooker

AP: Four square blocks of Red Hook are your world. You are my world.
~ Duane Stapp

Our love is plain
Berries and cream
Never mean
Simple as bread and butter
Discussing the news with one another
Laughing at hypocrites
~To Jay from Mark

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