Spiritwind Wood

(04/07/1968 / West Virginia)


Met a woman
said her name was Raven
she reminded me
of a little piece of heaven
now i just can't seem
to get her off my mind
swear she must of been something
from a dream
that I dream every night
sunshine is all she can bring

When I close my eyes
it seems to be no surprise
just what she does to me again
every time I think her name
here I will wait patiently
thinking I could love her endlessly
I see her with such a gleam
that makes me want her even more
she's like a shining star
shining oh so bright
now she's all I'm cravin'
ooh my beautiful Raven

She's a love I wait to start
a poet to my heart
so many miles we must journey
too many miles apart
in life it just had to be
not just pictures of you
and you pictures of me

Such a radiant glow
colors like a rainbow
after a morning rain
that's what you are
like diamonds that shine
I need to make you mine
a jewel so fine
that melts to the core

I would like to the tell world you are mine
that I'm your only man
one I need forever more
and now I'll never feel the same
this love worth savin'
ooh, my beautiful Raven

Submitted: Saturday, October 03, 2009
Edited: Saturday, October 03, 2009

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