Heaven Folds Her Miracles Poem by Kevin Wright

The Sweet seasons I have seen comfort and enlighten the days and the months of every starry night. Where sweet love baptized governs a glorious province. Love has filled out her years with every true form of beauty. Before every auspicious star that took shape of her lovely eyes. Breath blooms into the flowering shades of glory. My beloved! Rise beyond this earth with cupids wings. The wings that angels were never beautiful enough to receive but she.