A statue stands in a shaded placeAn angel girl with an upturned faceA name is written on a polished rockA broken heart that the world forgot - Martina Mcbride
Like most hearts, it was complicated, shaded with dark and dappled with light. - Kate DiCamillo
The book and I secret ourselvesBehind the paneled door.We merge our thoughts in retrospectOf ancient mystic lore.We spend a pleasant quiet hour,Nor know it passed us by...The easy chair, the shaded lamp,A well-loved book and I. - Edna Moore Schultz