My Girl,
My Melody,
I love you!
I know I tell you regularly,
But being here with you
Reminds me how precious
You are.
Time is growing down;
I cannot get enough
Time with you....
We are not in Corozal
For waves and sun,
For lying out beneath a tropic sky.
Instead I see you sitting on a stool
Reading stories to children,
Sans makeup, sans decoration,
Sweat beads your forehead
As you puff a ringlet
Of hair from your eyes
While beautiful children,
Mesmerized,
Enjoy your reading.
You have flown so far to be
A teacher and a friend
To others whom you've never known,
To forego the safety of our home,
To listen to the children,
Though we have our own...
So, I am watching you with different eyes,
Seeing inward beauty outward shine...
Praise God above that you are mine.
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 3:02 PM UTC
My Girl,
My Melody,
I love you!
I know I tell you regularly,
But being here with you
Reminds me how precious
You are.
Time is growing down;
I cannot get enough
Time with you....
We are not in Corozal
For waves and sun,
For lying out beneath a tropic sky.
Instead I see you sitting on a stool
Reading stories to children,
Sans makeup, sans decoration,
Sweat beads your forehead
As you puff a ringlet
Of hair from your eyes
While beautiful children,
Mesmerized,
Enjoy your reading.
You have flown so far to be
A teacher and a friend
To others whom you've never known,
To forego the safety of our home,
To listen to the children,
Though we have our own...
So, I am watching you with different eyes,
Seeing inward beauty outward shine...
Praise God above that you are mine.
Work in progress.... Week and a half working in Santa Rita AG Primary School, Corozal, CA, Belize, with my sweetheart. My love grows deeper.
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