Sea shores can sing praises of the dead and lonely shells
Words from the inside can gather sweet melodies unbound by evil spells
I am the architect of all these words building towers and memories I glide on
How much I love you can’t compare or even be shared within the hearts forlorn
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'The Lord make His face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee' (Genesis 1: 3)
Glorious poetry Sicelo. Your love stretches across the page with beautiful images of love and heaven. Lucky is the one you have written it for as it is such a heartfelt poem. 10 Karin Anderson