 | Thou are more fair than the summer winds rolling along meadows nearly born, Thou has caused my inner voice to cry out in songs of wonder and salutations. What have I done in my life so filled with tribulations, toil and loneliness to have been given the chance to gaze upon the countenance of your face, even for this short amount of sand in the hourglass of our lives? Bless you dear heart, for you have touch me so very deep and for this and much more I do say your name as a prayer ..... |  |