Pure sweet honeys, when she sings, all long to lay, under here wings.
For her beauty's more. than the sparkle in her eye, far deeper inside, is where her love lyes.
Her heart though, made of gold, its weight, has no hold.
She's free, to fly or stay, to lighten any, cloudy day.
Her names beauty, her sights delight, for this bird lightens, the day and night.
By Donald L Holmes
To Anna
With all my Love
