" A Boundless Wellspring "

Sometimes I find myself bathing in her gregarious bubbles
The orbs that burst forth from her phrasing of Love's happy troubles
She spins a Loving smile from the loom of her silken fascination
With Love's ability to surprise the soul and bring hope to dire situations
She's the keeper of one of Heaven's Holiest of mystic treasures
Her heart holds the key to true Love's glow (beyond all measure)
It's as though her essence were adorned by the hands of King's and Queens
A royal presentation of Loving gestures created as pure and pristine
And she carry's this in such a humble fashion that unless yours is an open heart
Your eyes would never perceive the hidden perfection of which her soul is a part
The way she touches a single petal on a flower, or the way her eyes caress
The beauty she see's in Everything
With the extraordinary gift of a river of Love
Hers, is a boundless wellspring
Of perfect truth from above....

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)