Tuesday, February 14, 2012


When words begin to fall in place
Your thoughts are freed
From time and space
Your skin illuminates with peace
And beauty floats from underneath
The ground below your very feet
As if the angels lifted you
To see the light they wished you knew
And finally the blessed view
Is bathing you in warmth, its true
So much warmth you get the chills
And then, the stars; your soul they fill
The brightest yellow daffodils
Start dancing down your shamrock hills
With laughing love amidst the air
Question thoughts, you would not dare
For if your call should run, amiss
So many hearts
Will not be kissed

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