His Hair Was The Color Of Summer Straw,
His Eyes Were Hazel As Ocean Waters,
His Enchanting Gentle Touch Has No Flaw,
He Dries My Black Inked Tears With A Blotter,
His Smile Warms Me On The Coldest Of Days,
His Masculine Hands Mend The Wounds I Bare,
He Leads Me Across Streams, Mountains, And Bays,
Yet He Is Tame Enough To Stroke My Hair,
He Tenderly Smiled And Held My Hand,
He Whispered--He Loved Me More Than Ever,
That When He Saw Me It Was Hard To Stand,
And If I Wasn't His--He Would Endeavor

The Sun Beacons--A Beginning Of Love,
Snow White Wings Spread Elegant As A Dove's