"Leah, Leah, Leah, my dear sweet Leah, how does your garden grow?"

My true love has my heart, and I have his. Together in marriage, together at heart. In good times and hard. In sickness and in health. For now and forever.


Monday, March 22, 2010

love

The gray clouds
couldn't hide a light like this
A light house
couldn't shine bright like this
A mirror
couldn't reflect clear like this
Because it couldn't
detect the detail of a love like this
Look once
Look again, twise more
Get caught up inthe gaze
Let your eyes explore
Touch with your mind
Let your feelings run the course
And rejoice
Let your soul be lifted
On the wings of doves in a flock
my heart goes with it
The flight of the gifted
All the reason to attempt it

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