In the frame beneath the glass a lover’s eyes of crystal blue shine
Pulling her closer to wings of flight
Breathless moments as finger tips softly trace a warm but cold silhouette
Dearest love of her night, the one never to forget
Surrender heart and soul, bow to spirit’s plight
Release the past and believe
Fly me above so very high
Sweet angels of love soar with me I pray
Doubt not that words of love shall hold forever true
Listen closely to thy soul
Patricia Gale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-golden-picture/
