To My Light by Master Kisser

In the forest glen
By the whispering stream
There is a light
A site to be seen
She is fair of face
In her a cat like grace
Her heart is that of poet
Her soul is full of life
She has the warmth of a summer day
And the love of the angels
Daughter of the moon
Child of the skies
A simple moonbeam of light
But oh so much more then she seems
And in that light is a loving place to be

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