Songs woven of words one would gladly sing
(For the most part),
Of promises and of apologies,
Of sweet kisses,
Of smiles and tears from not so long ago,
Songs I would sing.
And the hearer of the psalms I would write,
Oh how he smiles,
For he feels the sweet song and its beauty,
As reflected
By their love, as lovely as the harmonies,
For eternity.
-xosigrid10-15-12
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