SHE IS MY SONG
She is my song. Enchanting ayre
which steals my heart with ev'ry care.
No one can see nor understand;
Like Warhol painted in the sand,
this muse has found me unaware.
As soothing chords resolve despair,
placid notes flow. From a veiled stand
comes endless hues- a concert grand.
She is my song.
The rhythm dances. Like a prayer
the shadows fade when she is there.
The symphony rests in her hand;
safe from the Last of life's demand-
safe, for the lyrics we will share.
She is my song.
Wow-how special!
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Beautiful! Happy Birthday!!
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Crista
How cool!
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Love,
Eileen