Sunday, February 6, 2011

Will you be my muse, darling?

Beautiful girl,
Let your wings unfurl,
And fly with me
As we see
What it's like on the moon;

Don't leave so soon,
It's only noon.
Somewhere.
Up where the air is fair,
We'll forget all our troubles.

As we blow bubbles
And twirl in doubles,
In a cloud,
There won't even be a shroud
Of doubt,

For we know what it's all about,
And we'll tell the world with a shout
That we rely on what's above.
Come, rest with me, in His love,
Beautiful girl.

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