A poem written by Noel and used for Michael and Dianna's wedding:
Love lot, love more, love grow in a pot; but sometimes tore...never on the spot.
But our love is never tore...it is always more.
"Maybe it was maturity, being in my fifties, or just simply finding love again," I said to Noel. "Yes, I found him and went after him like today was all that ever mattered. Our life together is real because I decided to make my own destiny..."
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