on borrowed angels feet. I otherwise have no rightful presence. I miss you more than the Angels miss God, I miss you more than the wind misses north, More even than the dead miss life. I would shower you with kisses, Bathe you in love And plant a tree in your garden. I love you more than the law allows, More than your Rules Permit. I am a sinner and will not repent. Morning dreams assume your feminine shape. Your heart fundamentally innocent, You are a child in faith, belief and delight. Merely by your existence the unkind world is transformed. Known horrors by you are blessed into submission. So fortunate the man sharing your kisses. Here is God’s Greatest Gift to Man. Here the kindest, most generous nature. You are the light in the night of my soul. Yours is the spirit too long ignored. So long your soul went unread. I would receive you in all gratitude. With your permission or without it. Will you. Nay you. I will love you, now and forever. I would sing your song to heaven. Plead your cause before Final Judgment. And should it be necessary, serve your time in hell. I miss you.  LINKSHOME PAGECONTENTS  Copyright 1999 by Bruce DeBoer Page Created by
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