and the endless stars upon the heavens floor
and then you'll know how very much you mean
to me, for my eternal love of you is filled with
Listen to the song of the meadow lark in spring,
and the whispers of angels as they meet up to sing.
The music written by the soul is played on
heavens harp, from the moment you took my\
hand and my heart.
That which makes us different,
also makes us the same.
Sweet kisses good night!
The magic of love is how at a distance it warms my being.