Romance is an unknown language 

that is among autumn leaves 

with beautiful white wings 

looking back at me ....


Love held deep into his amazing eyes

blue angel eyes singing out to me

he is painting something

I had never seen,


Deep within my soul 

that had once shadowed me

with so much pain of long ago

far deeper down into my heart 

this angel had left his mark,


In the shadows of my mind

that old familiar look had shaken my soul

my mine came back to the time 

where my earliest memories of his words

came to me like thunder in a unquiet way,


That held a rhyme of true Love 

that is when he folded his beautiful wings

over me to set my spirit free.


Poetic Judy Emery © 2004


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