Your beauty grows like a flower,
your limbs, they flow and your power's
You're growing into
an uncommonly strong, bold, beauty.
As your song soars in the shower,
you rise within Dream's tower
my heart does too.... Life's been imbued
with the privilege of You-
my life's Duty and Truth;
to pull you through each lesson,
'til you and your outstretched limbs can fly . . .
why you chose me? . . . . .
Ask The Sky
copyright 2007 Rose Loya