Felicity Poem by John F. McCullagh

Her face is the face of an angel, if angels, as such, there be.
Her hair is a crown of platinum gold and she sings her words softly to me.
Her eyes are twin pools of cerulean blue; her lips wear a pink coral hue.
She offered her hand; we embraced in a dance as timeless as Heaven must be.
To possess such a treasure you would sell all you owned, for she is the pearl of great price.
Her Love is a treasure that never will rust; I've no need for another's advice.
My heart's own desire I held in my arms; we embraced in a passionate kiss.
The power and glory of all the world else is as nothing compared to this.