Voices
So many voices have I heardIn my head and in my heart
That ring and sing as of a bird
When love becomes a part
Of that which holds your soul aloft
Safe in a lovers dream
Caressed by Angels warm and soft
As peaches dipped in cream
Nothing can compare with love
In any shape or form
As spirits soar from up above
The wind before the storm.
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2007-06-29 at 10:38
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