There is a Place There is a place to which I travel every evening, Where fields of emerald green are bathed in summer’s endless light, A place where morning mists are found Embracing mirrored lakes, A place where birdsong echoes through Each dawn of sleeps new night. There is a place to which I journey every evening, Where beauty in abundance dances with a gentle sway, A place where flowers perfume Every breathe that I can take, A place where rainbows flutter through A butterflies display. And in this place I travel to each evening, When sleeps soft gentle wings entice me to her gentle touch, There comes to me an angel born of elegance Who holds me in her warm and loving arms, This place is where I find my love each evening This place is you, the one I love so much. A ü§P óê�?IMG height=19 src="emrose.gif" tppabs="http://sc.groups.msn.com/themes/R9c/pby/img/emoticons/emrose.gif" width=19>�?/FONT> December 11th, 2001 (My Late father's birthday) View My Guestbook Sign My Guestbook |