I have bathed myself in the clear glittering waters of your love, and rested beneath the welcoming tree of your spirit.these hands have tenderly held your face  and looking deep within your eves, I,ve  read the silent speech written there. you,ve been the beacon light of hope,shinning across all my dark days, my city 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.