Eld Posted May 29, 2005 Report Posted May 29, 2005 Sunlight doth break from an easterly view and ye come forth in the dawn’s early dew, then harkens the day to the light of my life, aye the world it doth sing to thee my own wife, destiny hath touched thee thy soul be so rare, thy heart filled with courage and a beauty so fair, ‘tis like unto magic for a spell thou didst weave, elemental in nature my soul ‘twill ne’er leave, thee are of the heavens come down from above, for thou art my heartbeat aye thou art my true love. Eld
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