Comments about Sandi Holland
Oh, How I Love You
We search each other's eyes
For depth of thought.
We find feelings, real feelings
Of deep, warm love,
But always trying to break free,
To come forth
And be the dream
Of me and you come true.
Oh, how I love you.
Birds Of Joy And Hope
The only time that I have peace,
Is out in nature, trees and things.
I sit in the morning and look about,
And wait for the early birds to come out.
Even now they tweet and sing.
Far over the trees their chirping rings.
It sounds of happiness, joy and hope.
And I look up, no more to mope.
Until the next unhappy time,