A Lucky man
By repomen79
Sunday, summer, sunlight streams. Upon the women of my dreams, Across the table sitting there. Her whose life I chose to share. Those many many years ago. How gladly do I cherish so. The sleep mussed hair and tired eyes. The loving glance and gentle sighs. I find my faded angel can. Still make me a most lucky man. Though sorrows came as sorrows must. Her comfort and her loving trust, Did see us through til hope arrive. And nurture, that our love survive. This morning I find I can't conceal, The gratefull loving that I feel. For her who is become my all, Let sunday summer sunlight fall. And turn our moment here to gold, So like the treasure I enfold. Behold, today I am made new. For once again, the love of you. Has taken my heart by surprise. And opened sunday summer eyes. The rapture men sometimes ignore. Blossoms in my heart once more. So Love again sweeps me away, Upon a sunlit summer day. And I see nothing finer than, That you still love this lucky man.Hair of copper colored fire. do you mind if I inquire? Do you love me or do you not? You told me once but I forgot............ Written February 2nd, 2002 © on Feb 02 2002 01:24 AM PST, Patric Patterson 0 • 8
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"Sunday, summer, sunlight streams...."