





the leaves, embraced by the gentle breezes, flutter themselves
to and fro, providing the balm of shade for the verdant grass below.
upon my lap you lay your sweet head, perfumed hair in delicate repose,
sweet lips lusciously translucent in the golden sun's smile.
earth grasps the sky pliant and sacred, in its arms. the clouds hide the
tears of angels, who weep for hearts broken, and those waiting to be
mended. God's holy spirit is the source of all love, all hope, all redemption.
our own beating heart knows the joy of the beat of another's
caress. soft dew upon the hills, and moving waters, for dreams to
sail away carrying with them the message of peace and soft sighs.
breath of love, breathe and be touched by His love! --win 02.14.2010
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