YOU

The plaintive melody of silence in the night
in a softly lit meadow
with white moonlight,
is where my mind seeks to find
peace, of everlasting kind.
When calm, heavenly purity surrounds,
the crisp rustle of daffodils
all around,
a gentle fragrance in the air
and little angels everywhere!
Among the little angels there,
I know I’ll see one most fair,
with sweetest sound and eyes as dew
who else, but beautiful you!

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