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My finest gift was you.
may 1993
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I've watched the dawn over crested peaks
and seen sunsets on a calm ocean.
Been witness to the birth of a colt
in a high sierra green meadow.
Walked on freshly fallen snow packed trails
and wandered through desert expanses.
Marveled at pure crystaline patterns
and stars on clear caribbean nights.
But no sights that I have ever seen
have near as much sparkle as your eyes.
None bring my memory as much warmth
as thoughts of your creamy satin skin.
The sound of your voices melody
the finest symphony I have heard.
Your movements in and around my space
are more graceful than an eagles flight.
In all my travels and loves through life
You are the gods finest gift to me.
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