S: Mary Jessica Quinn ~ Senior ~ 2012
BC: YFHMH | You Forever Have My Heart!
1: Baby Mine
2: For You My Sweet Child My heart beats; for you my sweet child. The sun shines; for you my sweet child. When the stars aligne; for you my sweet child. I smile for no reason; for you my sweet child. Gray skies turn blue; for you my sweet child. Dreams come true; for you my sweet child. May life be true; for you my sweet child. My life; for you my sweet child.
4: too cute to give a hoot
8: i carry your heart by e.e. cummings i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (everywhere i go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling i fear no fate (for you are my fate my sweet) i want no world (for beatiful you are my world; my true) and it's you whatever a moon has always meant and a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows Ihere is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of the tree called life; which grows higher than the sky can hope or the mind can hide) and that is the wonder that keeps the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
12: A Garden of Sunflowers beckoned to me- come join us my lady, and joyouse you'll be. We're large ones, and small ones, some dainty, some fair, & even some delicate to wear in your hair. We follow the sun, swaying slowly without a care, We have a new dance that with you we'll share. Gently hold onto our leaves and we'll show you the way through our Sunflower two-step, We'll show you the way. So happy we were, a long day filled with fun, upon leaving I kissed them each and every one. So tender the moment, as I turned to leave with eyes brimmed with tears, could I truely believe? Oh, it was true! I thne knew it could be! I just had to smile, they were winking at me! | Sunflower Garden
14: Mary Jessica Quinn Fossil Ridge High School Senior ~ 2012
18: How Do I Love Thee? How do I love the? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the deapth & breath & heart my soul can reach, when feeling out of sight for the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the to the level of everyday's most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely as men strive for right. I love thee purely as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use in my old greifs and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to loose with my lost saints, I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life: and if God choose I shall love thee better after death. Elizabeth Barrett Browning
19: Congratulations Jessica Senior ~ 2012 ~