Light the way, my love;
Cast upon the dark, cold ground
The secrets of thy glove
And free my dreams heaven-bound.
The warmth which streams
From thy smile
Shall cold ground heat;
Make death the while.
Thy shining eyes; burning bright
Shall cause the skies of dark make flight.
Thou hast far more grace than Noah's dove;
Will thee light the way, my love?
how blessed, and yet nostalgic...
Centuries from now, your works will be discovered and looked upon like Shakespeare in our present day. I hope you truly realize the gift you have.
Thats.. wodnerful. Has religion and beauty and love all in the same few lines. Its ... beyond words to address its beauty. And the way you word things... Wow... thats al lI can say. Its just that beautiful. I am without words to properly describe it.