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“Jesus, I’ve Suffered in Silents These years I was lonely, but it’s clear I want her only. This love is getting the best of me, all of me, baby, can’t you see? the touch of her skin. Where do I begin? This love’s a place I’ve never known. Dear Lord, thank you, for this mountain I could climb. Lost in a haze of doubt, feeling without, now, love has filled my heart. I found my way, out of the storm. {CHORUS} Jesus, I’ve suffered in silents, and you’ve took away my pain. I come running back to you to show me the way. If I can’t kiss her, then what can I do? The tastes of her lips still linger, if she only knew. Lord, my hands, wrap them around her heart, let her see any promises I made; she won’t live without. Lord, you’ve answered my prayers so many times, through heart break, broken pieces that fell astray, you’ve dried my tears, put them together, again. Oh, my Lord. I’ve prayed for her, now’s she’s here can you wash away my fears? There’s been so many times, my hearts left empty, no matter how much of me I give. The weight on my heart is lifted with the touch of her hand, only you dear Lord, can understand. Thinking of this love brings me to my knees. Yet, this blanket of my past won’t keep my mind at ease. {CHORUS} Jesus, I’ve suffered in silents, and you’ve took away my pain. I come running back to you to show me the way. If I can’t kiss her, then what can I do? The tastes of her lips still linger, if she only knew. Lord, my hands, wrap them around her heart, let her see any promises I made; she won’t live without. There’s strength on top of this mountain you gave me to climb; I won’t be torn up anymore. I watch her eyes follow me wherever I go. So clear, and kind, Lord, I’m letting you know. This love’s getting the best of me. What a wonderful feeling when she said, my eyes are a different kind of blue, oh baby. When she looks at me that way, it feels like a love I always knew. A dream come true! {Instrumental} The stains of my tattered past, kept to myself, while the weight of my life bears down. I’ve crossed a thousand miles, fell along the way, everything I’ve learned brought me to this day. There’s no questions no doubt. Lord, there’s times It’s me who stands in my way. The reflection of scars still healing, dear Jesus you’ll find me knelling. While the darkness on the walls fade away. Again, I lift my arms, and reach up to pray. {CHORUS} Jesus, I’ve suffered in silents, and you’ve took away my pain. I come running back to you to show me the way. If I can’t kiss her, then what can I do? The tastes of her lips still linger, if she only knew. Lord, my hands, wrap them around her heart, let her see any promises I made; she won’t live without. Oh, if I can’t kiss her then what will I do? Baby! if I can’t kiss you then what will I do? Ron Baratono (written 6-27-25)”

“Though these words will never find you, I hope that you knew I was thinking of you today….. and that I was wishing you every happiness. Love Always, The girl you loved once.”

“He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.”

“Desire For Thee" My desire to love thee is just like a tree, must have one root but several branches of fruit I want to make you feel as if you are horizon i steal you are as free as wind where my love flows in swing i see thee in glaze shadow around a graceful presence on passion ground that is "THEE" you spark everywhere Everywhere am far and near.”

“I write what I love. I will not stop – even when my hand hurts…. …. because I cannot stop – even though my heart hurts….”

“The day drags through though storms keep out the sun; And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on: Even as a broken mirror, which the glass In every fragment multiplies; and makes A thousand images of one that was, The same, and still the more, the more it breaks; And thus the heart will do which not forsakes, Living in shattered guise, and still, and cold, And bloodless, with its sleepless sorrow aches, Yet withers on till all without is old, Showing no visible sign, for such things are untold.”