Kara

summer had slipped away but the days still had sunshine clinging to the fading trees and 'neath one such white picket fence copper colored oak she lay in the cool cool shade with the magic of her momentary grace with the delicate beauty of her face and gave me back all my summer days wrapped up in one of her smiles we ran hand in hand in winter fishing town we had been laughing sweetly over some nonesuch thing and our joy was a beauty to behold could have warmed the world with the love laughter shared with the heat of the hearts beating with the magic of her momentary grace all the delicate and lovely beauty of her face winters eve found her in my arms never could have known just what wonderful things the world can hold till you find yourself in the gift of loves tender kiss could have warmed the world with all i found in her tender eyes we made our way back to our white picket fence oak now bare with winters hand stood neath her spread branches kissing in the moonlight her momentary grace and all her sweet beautiful face could warm the world with her heart even on winters eve (for my friend Kara, whom could warm the world)