Post by dragonheart1962 on Feb 16, 2003 17:12:47 GMT -5
Ode To Melanie
I can hear her laughter
As music from the angels,
And the stars pale
To the light I see in her eyes.
For long have I sought her,
But she was hidden from me,
Until my soul was ready
To receive her gentle touch.
Of simple joys and precious moments,
Memories are made.
Those which last a lifetime
Bringing joy to a troubled heart.
Every tear and scar
Have led us to this place.
That we might appreciate
The gift offered to us.
It is unconditional and accepting
Of all the flaws and hurts.
Yet it brings a joy
That only angels could feel.
I can hear her laughter
As music from the angels,
And the stars pale
To the light I see in her eyes.
For long have I sought her,
But she was hidden from me,
Until my soul was ready
To receive her gentle touch.
Of simple joys and precious moments,
Memories are made.
Those which last a lifetime
Bringing joy to a troubled heart.
Every tear and scar
Have led us to this place.
That we might appreciate
The gift offered to us.
It is unconditional and accepting
Of all the flaws and hurts.
Yet it brings a joy
That only angels could feel.
