Starlight was her eyes
By repomen79
Across the frosted field she ran. Beneath an autumn sky. Oh call me a most lucky man, That she love such as I. The very heart within me sings, With gladness as she flies. To me, an angel without wings. And starlight was her eyes. Behind her flowing golden hair, The night is dark and deep. Her beauty gathers heaven there, And the flower does not sleep. Moonlit lace lay on her face. The soul within me sighs. That I embrace such gentle grace, And starlight was her eyes Upon this night of silver light, Like none that came before. For I had never seen the sight. Of one I so adore. That I, within a frosty field, Should to my glad surprise, Find all of Heaven be revealed, And starlight was her eyes Run sweet rose of rapture, fly across this field to me. That I might look into your eye, And see eternity. How strange her beauty finds me here, Where silver moonlight lies. On autumn fields so cold and clear. And starlight was her eyes.Hugs hugs hugs Written January 30th, 2002 © on Jan 30 2002 10:04 AM PST, Patric Patterson 0 • 18 • 8
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