Tarnished Rings when wedding vows of love are spoken, a vow that’s made so long ago. Behind the door of peaceful serenity,with smiles serene, an understanding prenuptial pact. A vow so Devine, to cherish, have and hold. A gifted bestowed on two in the caverns within the heart, the place of sacred Serenity. So fortified a love so pure.That's yours and mine, I never thought, when things go wrong ,this love would mean, you turn to me. Not for support, but blaringly delivering, A blow that stings. We need a place to hide!! Let’s hold our hands to hide the tarnished rings. Let’s storm out fast and find that place.Feeling to small our words repeat, we did not try!! Our spirit’s low, our hearts are weak. The vow we made, a vow to keep, for this we mourn! Let courage speak. We know why, that path we made.We need to leave, we need to go!! I hear him sigh, our love remains another chance.Yes, the caverns within the heart, the place of sacred Serenity. So fortified a love so pure, that’s yours and mine.These words make sense, to have this love we must return to The place of Serenity!!
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Jesus Penaranda

Name: Jesus Penaranda Race: Cuban American Eye color: Hazel Occupation: Communications Hobbies: Photography, writing, spirituality, family outtings, napping Nick Name: Hace History: Hace was one of those kids in high school who got along with various niches. As a result, he ended up with many different types of friends from various nationality and as soon as he graduated traveled the United States from NY to California and places in between. Nonetheless he was accepted by all different cultures and was considered open minded. During a period of living in Texas he attended acommunity college as a electronics student, and somehow was lucky enough to land a job with a large utility company. Remained there and moved to Southern California. Were he took up the study of communication.. Other Facts: Extremely intuitive and sensitive, is an old soul...With an ability to learn something from anyone. I already lost touch with a couple of people I use to be.. more…

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