My World |
Robin |
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You are
listening to "Even
the Nights Are Better" |
Poem
by: Shelia Tate Chapman The sweetness of thy voice Doth dare the angel note The laughter in thine eyes Doth dim out all reproach The softness of thy touch Doth dare the dandelion The essence of thy love Doth spare the span of time Thy heart is pure.... As purest gold Beyond the twilight's realm Thy spirit sings, "At last I'm free!" And leaves no beacon dim Now can I say the words unheard... The pen doth take it's leave To convey the meaning's sweet reverb... Of feelings not conceived. © 1998 A JayDax original poem |