Marvin Paul Mones
' Her Voice '
The wild bee reels from bough to bough with his furry coat and his gauzy wing, now in a lily-cup, and now setting a jacinth bell a-swing; sit closer love; it was here i trow, i made that vow, swore that two lives should be like one, as long as the sea, as long as the sunflower sought the sun, it shall be, i said, for eternity twixt you and me! Dear friend, those times are over and done, love's web in spun. Look upward where the popular trees sway and sway in the summer air, here in valley never a breeze scatters the thistle down, but there great winds blow fair from the mighty murmuring ...Read the full of ' Her Voice '