Thy Love
Thy Love Ah- but what is love- thy splendor of thy sweet heart- sweeter than any nector- as delicate as a spring flower- wet clay to be molded and shaped- and there in lies true beauty- and thy inner peace. But what is love- but the stars that reflect in your eyes- granting all my wishes- what is love- but your music to my lyrics- your sweet sweet melody. But what is love- but the way I feel- when I look at you- falling into the beauty of your soul- your sweet sweet soul. © Stephanie Minor 2008 Sign in to see full entry.