To say that I give you the gift of love, Is not enough. There is more to explain. With our feet on the earth, and heaven above, Let me tell you what you shall gain. May your eyes see all of the beauty No matter how tiny it sparkles in mud. For this my dear, is your duty The smallest bubble that hides in the flood. May your ears hear even the softest of notes. Fairies whispering in the drops of dew. Butterflies giggling at all the dust motes. And it can only be heard by you. May you hold the tickle of a pink rose And Lilacs and just blooming wild flowers The scent of your first love in your nose. The smell of the earth after spring showers. May your lips sing and taste honey gold, As you give all your words a sweet glaze. Love stories from your mouth will be told And we listen, to the end of our days. The magic will hold in your souls' fire And all who see you will know The flame of the giving that you desire, The seeds that the four winds will sow. ~ © Swampetta (Swampetta@aol.com) ~ November 29, 2003 If you use my graphics, please add my button to your page along with a link back. http://www.geocities/wcseptember2003/ If you enjoyed this page, check these out: Red Velvet Sledding A Christmas Carol Love Brings Feelings When Santa Was A Boy Snowballing And.......for many others, click the link for HOME. Home: Writers' Corner Index