My Gift To You. - Poem by Colleen Wright
My Gift for You.
My gift for you is not black nor is it or blue.
It's not tall or thin, - but comes from within.
I wish you every poem as a white dove
totally saturated with God's purest love.
Poetry is very special to me,
like the sand meeting the sea,
and as the birds and the bees
yes, the flowers and the trees.
Poetry is like you and me, and the love
that we know - comes from God above.
Poetry is as a rose in bloom -
and it's sweet fragrant perfume.
Poetry is a playful kitten
or a young lad – smitten.
Sunshine in May
is a poem, I'd say.
Poetry is the world we live within-
the goodness – and maybe the sin.
Certainly, it is in every land,
and is a part of God's plan.
Poetry is many a beautiful friend
who remains always - to the end.
A friend to confide in
through thick and thin.
Special friends are the true gift
with those, we are without rift.
So thank God above
for poetry - with love.
Colleen Wright. © 24.07.2006
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