Grandeur afloat in all you do, my angel of the silver wing.
Evening sings with dreams of you by gloried shores of beauty rare.
Ne'er been touched like this I know, kissing beneath the midnight sun.
No one before seemed to know how missing emotion was within.
In your eyes I have seen so much through hopes, through dreams of you and I.
Fly on these broken wings will I, to share your soul, give you my half.
Epigraph of our book of love, "Two restless hearts have found their peace."
Release I do my life to you, true to you always, Gennifer.
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 10-19-1999).]