I have bathed myself in the clear glittering waters of your love,and rested beaneath the welcoming tree of your spirit.These hands have tenderly held your face and looking deep within your eyes, i've read the silent speech written there. You've been the beacon light of hope, shinning across across all my dark days, my city street oasis, my touchstone, with a love as warm as oven gingerbread. And when holding you in the midst of an evil land, i've held the promise of joy.
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 8:46 PM UTC
I have bathed myself in the clear glittering waters of your love,and rested beaneath the welcoming tree of your spirit.These hands have tenderly held your face and looking deep within your eyes, i've read the silent speech written there. You've been the beacon light of hope, shinning across across all my dark days, my city street oasis, my touchstone, with a love as warm as oven gingerbread. And when holding you in the midst of an evil land, i've held the promise of joy.