In green and white
My sweet Daphne
Like eternal Spring
My sweet Daphne.
All I possess
I can give
For a time with her
My sweet Daphne.
All praise is due
To my Lord God
Who blessed me with
My sweet Daphne.
Every breath of mine
Keeps thanking Him
For giving me
My sweet Daphne.
I know that
But for Him
I wouldn't have had
My sweet Daphne.
So O world
Stop me not
From loving Him
And my sweet Daphne.
O my Lord God
Thank you for
Making me feel
Her sweet presence
Her sweet fragrance
On this Friday noon
And for the breeze
Which made me hear
The unseen "Hi"
Of my sweet Daphne.
the construction of memory is
such a beautiful thing
in us and all around us
reminders everywhere remain
only a truly thankful heart
can speak from such interiors
of deep reverence
it is here where man and poet
part
and illuminate each difference
while beloved mercy
in all her peaceable strength
stands up for each of us
in her own due time
to sing................
you know who!.......so why type it?