My fair lady
By: CJ-The Blessed Writer
Is it she which stands
By the briers;
Unaware that I stare.
If to touch her hands,
As we fly higher.
To heaven's stair.
My heart's song
To her belongs.
Every note that floats
Is a symphony my heart
Wrote.
Instrumental no words
Spoke.
An encrypted love note.
One day time will still,
And we will
Drill out love in the earth.
As we reveal our
Love's worth.
And eternity our final rest.
For we knew we did our best.
We knew our love stood the test.
