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Sweet Thing...Everything I Do...

I believe in angels....
because surely one guided her to me.
This page is dedicated to my own special angel.
Logo created by Jessica
It is often hard for me to remember my life without "Sweet Thing".
Perhaps my feelings will show in the following verses.
But then again...words can only do so much.
Words For Susan...
A warm spring rain beats against the window pane,
inside my feverish body I feel the approaching thunder.
I long to be held, to walk out of this dream,
I love the storm and the spell I'm under.
Lightning dances across my searching eyes,
as electric charged air fills my soul with fire.
Pouring forth like torrential rains from the skies,
the storm overflows my heart with desire.
I feel the thunder...
I feel the storm...
I love the thunder...and the spell I'm under.
I Sometimes Wonder...
I sometimes wonder
how my life would have been,
if you hadn't come along when you did.
I discovered new feelings
that I don't want to end
when you touched emotions
I had forgotten or kept hid.
In the stillness of my dreams
I call out your sweet name,
and the words turn to music in my soul.
Like a moth I'm drawn
to your burning flame,
while the fires in my heart
burn out of control.
I dared not believe
my love could be so strong,
until you opened my eyes
with your beautiful heavenly light.
Now I hear the angels
in the words to all their songs,
saying our love is as endless...
as their own star filled night.
Promises Are Forever...
One summer's day as I walked through a field
of wildflowers and soft beds of clover,
I paused a moment to breathe in the fresh air,
and I also made a promise to walk a little slower.
We all make promises to others and ourselves,
some last...some are too easily broken.
But since I've found you I've learned at last,
the most sincere don't have to be spoken.
Promise this with me to make each day special,
each sunrise...each sunset a rare flower,
and as the time goes by, and we grow old together...
each passing year will seem only an hour.

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