Your Legacy
The sunlight breaking through evening clouds,is your hair as you dance in the summer sun
The paintings of the masters,
are but patterns on your blouse,
the sweetest scents of spring,
are just flavours of your perfume,
the sweetest songs of the brightest birds,
provide the chorus to your tones,
the stars above me shining,
are eclipsed beside your eyes,
the delicate drop of a raindrop,
is a herald to your touch,
The creations of the Lord lined up,
with you at their head, unmatched in beauty,
All of my most magical dreams,
are realities in your presence.
Poetry by Che Thomas
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Written on 2010-05-07 at 00:38
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