The Model
The Model
She always smiles
Looking into my eyes
And makes me to smile
And that’s her style;
She always sings
Vibrating my strings
And makes me to sing
And that’s her style;
She always loves
Touching my soul
And makes me to love
And that’s her style;
She always lives
Breathing into my heart
And makes me to live
And that’s her style;
But, now, she’s not seen
As she ascended to Heaven
As an angel of beauty and love
From this earth of alcove;
And I can’t live this life
Without her companion
And without whom I can’t
Live in the spirit of life;
So, I fell into the space
To reach and embrace
That very life of grace
To live here as real ace!
© R K Chowdary
07July2014
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