I ❤ YOU (Animated)

Animated message, for all my beloved friends!

Have a blessed night! Love & light! ❤

Mother's Day Poem ♡

God made a wonderful mother,
A mother who never grows old;
He made her smile of the sunshine,
And He moulded her heart of pure gold;
In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,
In her cheeks fair roses you see;
God made a wonderful mother,
And He gave that dear mother to me. 

♡ Happy Mothersday ♡

Blinking L.O.V.E.

♥ We accept the love we think we deserve ♥

♡ Love & Light ♡

Poem: Clock Of Life ❤ (Animated)

The clock of life is wound but once,

and no man has the power.

To tell just when the hands will stop,

at late or early hour.

Now is the only time that you own.

You must live, love, and work with a will.

Place no faith in tomorrow;

for the clock may then be still.

So happy, feel like dancing!

Today, 

I am so happy.

Tommorow,

I will be even happier.

So happy,

Feel like dancing. 

Love & light my sweet friends! 

Happy People - Animated Gif

Just started making animated Gifs, awesome program this is! 

It is not much yet, but I am planning to get a whole lot better 

as soon as possible LOL! Have a blessed weekend everyone! 

And remember, don't worry, be happy!

Happy Halloween!

Pixie, kobold, elf, and sprite,
All are on their rounds tonight;
In the wan moon's silver ray,
Thrives their helter-skelter play.

Joel Benton

Have a blessed Halloween everyone!

xxx
Sabine @ High Frequency

❦ Hello October ❦ Poem

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.

 By: Robert Frost