The First Morning
Like the wings of a bird unfolding My heart opens With my eyes, I lay beside you My love The day's first light finds its way Into our bed and touches your face Pain seems to fade away My love Then you smile and touch my face My soul races to another place My whole being is in a daze My love My love's wings lift me high My spirit soars, I begin to cry For you, Shanna My loveone of the poems my boyfriend wrote Written January 6th, 2002 © on Jan 06 2002 12:44 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"Like the wings of a bird unfolding..."