Rapture Never Ending

She bares her soul white as a dove, Rejoicing in her new found love. Of spinning webs and dreaming dreams, That sounds as lovely as she seems. Beloved your rapture ever stays, And walks your precious garden ways. Her heart will lead her where it go's. For this is how her garden grows. Don't shed a single precious tear, For Rapture is still walking here. I dream a dream when day is done, And call myself a lucky one. Now let our joy ring like a bell, My angel Loves and all is well. When all is said and done I'll say, That rapture walked her garden way. Peace to the hearts, that love might last, We are so small, our need so vast. May He hold her dear with all his power, She's a garden and a fragile flower. I go to the ancient of age to seek, A word of blessing I might speak. That you might know its all okay, That rapture walks your garden way. Such as this will never end, Hold him close my gentle friend. Be his passion and his joy, With all the grace you do employ. Isn't it amazing all the things that love can do? Would it be suprising that I wish these things for you? Tell me do you find it somewhat strange, That my love for you won't ever change? Just as the garden nurtures the furthest distant vine. The loving heart thats yours, will ever after nurture mine. My dear you do not leave me in dismay, It wasn't hard to love you, Rapture walks your garden way.For Lurie and for webdreamer with joy, and best wishs. Love sets us free and true love truly free's Written April 3rd, 2002 © on Apr 03 2002 11:58 AM PST, Patric Patterson    18 • 0 • 8