Recalling treasured moments in time, I find myself helplessly missing you in the midst of the night... The moon's shadow is still preserving our new born spot... Where golden words weave a tapestry for your heart and mine. Under a blanket of stars,where scattered clouds were pierced with hymns of love, Marks of our existence left yesterday's memories to tomorrow's must.... Love melodies make me look for your face in the crowd's eye, comparing your beauty and charm to unknown hosts... Midnight whispers from afar, not in entire forgetfulness enchant your name gently to moonlit seas... emerging your purpose from the deepest waters, revealing the secrets of two souls united in the basin of the night. Labor pains were vanished the moment i held your hand. The Rosary you gave me reflecting your smiling royalty... will surely bind me to your immense spirituality In trying to paint your portrait in my mind... I find myself dousing the candle...dousing the light... begging the mermaids of time to carve your image in the Gallery of life. I don't expect to run away....I just suggest....I invite and thus... i wait and until we meet again....in a different place....under the same sky Your memory will be just like a rose... In the secrecy of its silence,it speaks in the language of fragrance.... Oh gentle soul...I embrace you...Your grace is impregnated in me... Drawing me to a face of your being yet too far for seeing...
Therese, copyright, 1999
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A Midnight
Whisper