Poetry

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Written 2-19-05

You first see her eyes, so dark and intense,
A loveliness singular, a heart satiated;
Sister won by Him, no sitting on a fence,
Gladly for His will, in Him she’s fated.

With playful wit, of childlike abandon,
Banter with glee, a glow from the sun;
She jabs at my heart, but only for fun,
Plays games with my name, all on a run.

A soul without age, beaming with joy,
Timelessly laughing, loving her life;
Loving sports of all kinds, just like a boy,
One would not know, if she’s in strife.

She loves many types of musical forms,
Rock, jazz, or bluegrass, you’ll see;
There’s not many where her heart’s not warmed,
Just give her a tune, upon which she’s free.

A friend to a fault, to many of us,
She’ll talk with you, just for the knowing;
Spend time with her, and rise from the dust,
Gain her as friend, a blessing growing.

We’re blessed to know her, a time that is precious,
Her smile is His art, drawn by the Son;
Just moments with her, are those that refreshes,
I thank the Lord, in Him she’s won.

Take this my sis, my vision of you,
One friend to another, words that are due;
Apart from my glib, this write is true,
And know of my joy, in knowing you.

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