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brandon nagley Jul 2015
I see mine queen, her brown eye's, to,
I see her view, so much beauty, so true
And I think to mineself
She mine mi amour'............

I seeith the sky with her moon, moon of night
The luminescent sun, with her smile so bright
And tis, I think to mineself
She's mine mi amour'!!!!!!!!

The colors of her words, so unknown to mankind,
An angel of God, a writer in disguise...
I seeith her showing love, asking other's ( how dost thou do?)
She's just being her, as tis she loveth helping me and thou to...

When I heareth her crying, I heareth her moan.
She's mine all, I'd taketh her pain, and cleareth her white as snow
Because I think to mineself.......
She's mine mi amour'!!!!!

Yes, tis, I think to mineself..........

SHE'S MINE MI AMOUR'..............
Remake of what a wonderful world by Louis Armstrong.... I made me own version for mi amour (:
Hunter Adam Hill Nov 2015
Swishing rustling creaking trees
Swaying speaking whispers
standing tall with lofty chords
praising hymnal vespers

Spirits rush and pass through limbs
giving force to natural hymns
with mighty presence dwell these winds
praising light which cleareth sins

Souls of giants reach to God
taking in warm life
soaking up the blessings given
accepting every strife

Turning with the world below
colors ripening with harvest's glow
seeking not to feel or know
how blessed are all that trees still grow...

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