By: Fergus Carty
O Lover!
in your eyes I placed the starlight,
and in your smile the sunshine bright.
O Lover!
it was I who likened your lips,
to reddest wine of sweetest sips.
O Lover!
your hair I told you was finest silk,
and your skin white as purest milk.
O Lover!
your voice I heard as gentlest music
that gives the weary heart a tonic.
O Lover!
I gilded the throne with my hands,
that upon the carved dais stands.
O Lover,
I know that you are your own person real…
but you’re not living up to my ideal!
O Lover?…
Fergus Carty
Miracles occur naturally as expressions of love.
The real miracle is the love that inspires them.
In this sense everything that comes from love is a miracle.
-Marianne Williamson
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