Sometimes love can be the first tiny drops
of heaven's morning dew,
Refreshing the heart and touching the soul.
Sometimes love can be the glowing lights
of earth's Northern sky,
Chasing away shadows that darken the mind.
Sometimes love can be a soft whisper
from a quiet summer breeze,
Gently wiping tears within its loving arms.
Sometimes love can be the pain of having
to let go in haste,
Dreams and hopes from a once youthful age.
Sometimes love can be the opening
of the windows to the soul.
by: Tarin Glenn-Brown (10/5/1999)
of heaven's morning dew,
Refreshing the heart and touching the soul.
Sometimes love can be the glowing lights
of earth's Northern sky,
Chasing away shadows that darken the mind.
Sometimes love can be a soft whisper
from a quiet summer breeze,
Gently wiping tears within its loving arms.
Sometimes love can be the pain of having
to let go in haste,
Dreams and hopes from a once youthful age.
Sometimes love can be the opening
of the windows to the soul.
by: Tarin Glenn-Brown (10/5/1999)
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