She comes like the tide
Her sunset eyes gather stars
On the sands I wait for miracles
My mind leaves the lofty cliffs
Love uses no compensations
Needs no diminished returns
Pure ivory dreams kiss me
Heaven is deep agreement of soul
Green grass of mystical spring
Music like the joy of birth
I hear her now in satin words
Poems of the whispering pines
Fire of the elves
Songs with dawn and dappled bliss
We are entangled
Symbiotic tides wash the night
Heaven is deep agreement of soul, Music like the joy of birth Real lovely wording throughout the entire poem; and with a photo showing up the glory of God. Well done, Joseph!
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Heaven is deep agreement of soul, Music like the joy of birth Real lovely wording throughout the entire poem. Well done, Joseph!