Book Of Days

Poem By Theodora (Theo) Onken

'Tis written in my book 'O days
In this season 'O living and sweet blooming love
Your gentle hands shall guide me on my journey
Into our promised land- so high above;
A golden leading on the path to our heaven
I am at home in a spectrum of blue
Divine and blessed beyond any question
Consecrated in a love-so true;
'Tis written in my book of days
Remembrance O' the tender warmth O' your kiss
Engraved in a promise of evermore-my darling
Aglow in true loves everlasting bliss;

By, Theodora Onken

December 31,2011

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