by Linda Hauck (October 1998)

Does the bird resent the gentle breeze,
that carries it in flight?
Do the stars resent the Heavens,
that let them burn so bright?
Does the tide refuse to turn,
because the oceans are to vast?
And is the new day jealous,
of the day already past?
Can a heart refuse the call,
the siren song you sing?
Does the soul refuse the peace,
it's missing half can bring?
As the stars shine in the Heavens,
to guide the bird in flight.
As the tides keep turning,
and day gives way to night.
Somethings are forever,fated...meant to be.
Our two hearts bound together,
for all enternity....