Wednesday, June 15, 2011

The Admirer's Voice

I know you hardly know me - if you do know me at all
Because I don't talk too much - my mouth seems to fumble with words
But my eyes work fine - when I have my glasses on
And they've seen your beauty - like a light on Christmas Eve
The softness of your skin - the shimmer across your eye
The voice that chimes - like the purest silver bell
Hair so light, so soft - like the gentlest of drifting clouds
On the darkest night - when there is no star in sight
I imagine you shine bright - like a holy light
You are the unmatched ray of hope - that washes away fear and doubt
And for that - i sincerely thank you

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