Roxanne Dubarry Poems
What Manner Of Love Is This?
How much my special friend must love me!
Some day we will get together again
and be separated by time and space and
place no more.
He alone truly holds the keys to my heart's open door.
What manner of Love is this?
Never to end in a single good night kiss.
But to fill my heart and soul with his
redeeming love for me lasting throughout
His Love is a real to me as the daily breath
that I breathe. Never to dwell alone
in the world we live in, nor to be afraid.
I do not fear of what lays beyond the grave.
When I close mine ...
Oh! How richly blessed they
are by their creator!
Blessed with abundant beauty and grace.
Butterfly fairies are fair of face.
Flowery tiaras adorn their hair.
And clothing of rose petals they do wear.