by Michel D. Schofield
And always, smiles, so sweet is, her....manner
So gentle her....touch. Her magnetic eyes, of innocence....draw
Me to her....strongly. Who is, this, loving one?
She is, love's, daughter To know her full and complete,
I, know I, must dwell in the
Land of her beloved....father
For only he can give his, blessing
To embrace....her. His, divine guidance is....key
For me to hear her singing brings, tranquility
To my soul....to my heart
For I, am at total peace in arms,
Like such that holds, me tightly....warmly
Never letting go to love, her is, to be desired
And cannot be described to reach her. I, must walk in his, ways.
Oh one that seeks, love of love's offspring. I, know no other path will lead me to....her.
If thou wouldst dwell entwined with him
A perfect union to....emerge
For as, she plays, the piano in the dark
My heart will whisper that the Jesus,
In me loves, the Jesus, in....her. I, hope to be that wise man to
Still seek....him, for he is the life
That breaths in me.