I smile whenever I recall
The special moments we have had;
Walking always hand in hand
Through the good times and the bad.
Sometimes, I think it is a dream --
The love you give me could not be;
But then when you are in my arms
There's no mistake in its purity.
Whether I'm with you or far away,
My thoughts are always drawn to you
Like a compass needle pointing North
To a love much more than true.
Of all the people on this Earth --
How lucky can a person be;
To have found the likes of you, my love,
With whom to share eternity!
Connie:
So beautifullty written-from a lady who has the rare gift of intense poetic skills.Your thought process so beautifully flows in the poetic masterpiece-like a clear blue creek flowing so effortlessly done a stepp mountainside. This poem is so touching to the mind and heart. Thank you Connie for sharing and have a very beautiful and safe week.
Regards,
Dave Richardson
1/19/2004 10:06am est