We walk with angels, you and I,
and Age will not besmirch your eye.
For you have found eternal shade,
asleep in some secluded glade.

In bed, when I turn off the light,
and reach for you, to say goodnight,
you whisper to my mindís caresses
enfolding me in phantom tresses.

Green is the grass that makes your bed.
White stone the pillow for your head,
engraved for all the world to see,
I Love You For Eternity.

© By Thomas Vaughan Jones (TVaughanJones@aol.com)






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Agape Love

Masterpiece Of Love

Our Love


The Pale Yellow House

Downtown Train Depot

And She Cried

I Love You More In Winter

Oh, No

The Visit

Fairy Tales for Today's Woman

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