By Tryphena Louise Williams (c) 2010
The voice it sung, within its melody
Beyond this world, there's more to see
In meadows green, a sweetness filled the air
Love it bloomed, like spring flowers, everywhere
Love knew its heart, as it danced so playfully
To hear love's voice, to touch love's face
Beyond this outer world, there is such a place
Where love just is, so tender and real
One's loving heart it may see, touch and feel
In meadows green, a place for all to see
Dreams of love, where dreams are free
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