Heaven's Touch
By Walter Burns
From on high above she came Born a silver streak of flame She tore a trail through my soul Burns of passion I can't control Her beauty described in mere words A sweeter song than morning birds Who ever hope and ever try To please her as she passes by When she dips and when she bends Her graceful body never ends And when I look into her eyes I see a fire that never dies Watching her dance toward the ground The greatest entrance makes no sound And then forever my life has worth I've seen where heaven touched the earth Written June 23rd, 2001 © on Jun 23 2001 03:49 AM PST 0 • 8
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"From on high above she came..."