Labors of Love
By Cinara
Labors of Love When sunlight touches on the plush And velvet wings in garden’s bloom When butterfly lights gently in the Powdery mist of its perfume This moment in the morning hour As I gaze down from hills above This is the moment when I reap The labors of my love When sunset casts a mellow tone Upon his cheek like angel’s kiss And I relive through grandson’s laughter Happy days of childhood bliss In such a precious hour as this My mind recalls the hardships of All I had done to finally reap The labors of my love If I could choose to live again Through all the pain and all the strife If I would find myself once more In sorrows deepest pits of life I’d stand with face turned toward the sun And with a lifeline from above I’d smile knowing I would reap These labors of my love No words can quite express my joy Of every moment that I live For I have come to recognize The way to love and to forgive The greatest gift I’ve ever known Is in the dawning songs of dove For that’s the moment that I reap The peacefulness of love Written March 23rd, 2002 © on Mar 22 2002 09:19 PM PST 0 • 12
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