Biography of Timothy Honeycutt
I wrote these poems for my wife when we was dating.
I just never got around to logging them down and I wanted to do that now before I lost them to time.
Early in the morning
I hear a whisper come to me in the wind
A whisper of love and beauty so pure and tender
That it could only come to me as a dream.
A dream from heaven and only whispers from angels,
But it is not whispers from angels I hear but your soft voice
That whispers to my ear of love and dreams.