" Oh the winter it has passed
And the summer's come at last
The small birds are singing in the trees
And their little hearts are glad
ah, but mine is very sad
Since my true love is far away from me
And straight I will repair
To the Curragh of Kildare
For it's there I'll finds tidings of my dear "
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Each new day brings a fresh perspective
friends and acquaintances change in so many ways
without their appearances subtly change
and within their hearts alter irrevocably
but you and I remain stoic in the face of divine will
elusive and unobtrusive is your nature
bright and sparkling like the yellowhammer
your personality lights up the room
and you are impervious to your own presence
like the magnificent surf as it roars ashore
controlled energy, wave after wave
pounding remorselessly through the chambers of my soul
and each day I speak your golden name
to remind you our love is ultra sacred
and as I sit by the flowing and restless stream
my mind focussed on you and I eternally
the flowering cherries blossom in the wilds
in iridecent hues of pink, maroon and white
an effervescent canopy blowing in the wind
just like our dreams both recalled and mislaid
while the curlew's haunting cry pierces my heart
a liquid bubbling and trilling so sublime
I am so determined to expand our world
by the sheer power and force of my will
look into my eyes my angel and you will see
what you have always known to be true
there is no other who can keep your soul
for love like ours was written before time began
beyond the comprehension of you and me
Copyright by Peter Paton 2006
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Gina
Regis
Hi precious angel,
this is so stunningly beautiful. You paint with words more graceful, more beautiful, more profound of the heart that is gold than anyone I’ve ever seen. And the angelic, precious love thoughts are so within your heart from the angels descending above, dearest. When I read them I feel time is frozen, like it goes back to the very beginning of time as we know it. Your words Peter angel are A HEALING BALM to the Dove. I needed to read your painted sonnets. Thank you dearest angel of mercy ~~
Your Dove
I love this series; beautifully illustrated in photo and verse; well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
standing on the shore-line before.
Love Tinka
A true devotional write
love is a blessing :)
let it soar
pax A
Birgit and Roger
Susan
Thou, who repeatedly, leaves me...breathless.
You are beyond mortal words, Peter Paton. Love ~LaSuess
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D