|
She is the cry
of the newborn child
so innocent and full of life
And She is the scream
of the misunderstood teen
so confused and full of strife
Yet She is also the sigh
of the old dying man
so wise and soft as the breeze
She is all of these things...
and yet She is more.
Her hair is brown
like streaks of gold
Her body leavesme
lost for words
With the face of an angel
and the voice of a bird
and eyes that melt me
in Her arms
I cannot imagine
life without Her
I hope She thinks
the same about me.
Her love is pure and true
my heart is Hers eternal
and our love will blossom forever.
 final scene · Tue Nov 03, 2009 @ 01:49am · 0 Comments |
