In stillness of the morning calm,
She rose forth from her slumber,
Her visage was a soothing balm,
My soul did unencumber.
I gazed upon as bloom arose,
As crossed unto to the window,
Flourescence of a summer rose,
Enframed in morning's glow.
She stood as picture in a frame,
From forth the heavens she had came,
My beauteous statuette.
As flowing stream, her silken hair,
Cascaded cross her face,
As a diamond solitaire,
Was stricken by her grace.
She gazed out on the world below,
This goddess from above,
Within my heart I then did know,
She was my world, my love.
[This message has been edited by Tim (edited 08-17-99).]