It must have been my time to hold the ball-
The magic crystal giving me it all-
I held it in my hand and saw your face,
And knew the world was such a special place.
My time to know that angels do exist-
With love that I’m unable to resist,
And harps do play the melody of Spring-
My loving you is really everything.
Your kindness made this possible for me,
To see you brought a kind of ecstasy-
And every poem that tried to light my way
Could not compare to what I saw that day.
Simple things beside my cup and dish,
My fondest dreams, my every prayer and wish
In one exquisite moment- coming true -
That moment that I got to spend with you.
Your poem speaks of love, possibly from afar, so beautifully worded that it brings a tear to my eye. You have a soft, gentle way about your poetry that draws the reader into your thoughts and feelings... not always an easy thing for a poet to do. You seem to do it effortlessly and so well. Very good post, John. Joy Hale
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Jane