  Drifting towards the heavenly skies. Touching your soft warm skin, Wondering, do you hear my heart then?  As pure and soft as the winter snow. Kissing your lips as passion sets in, Do you hear the music, of love, in my heart then? Blessed am I, to have you, in my life. Holding you close and near to me, For what you have given, I hold so dear, you see. As heaven has a place for you, this I know. In death should I leave or be taken away, This is what you will hear my heart say. All thy heart I give to thee. May heaven and earth come and see, The love and beauty of an angel given to me © 2002 Clifford D. Ferguson   |