The Way I See It Like a sunrise in the West
Whose kiss upon my window seeks
To warm my dying heart

Your passion is the breath
That touches gently every beat
Though miles we are apart

And though your eyes not seen
The rainbow blushing through the showers
The sun on my face drew

The sun and showers spring
Love gently rushing from these flowers
Sweet Ha I share with you

February 3
Copyright 1998 Michael Paul