Upon a restful bed I dreamed a wistful dream of love

And to this end ordained to be a message from above

The words that passed between your lips a symphony so rare

Conducted by the Master's hand that lingers in the air

And as the precious melody in silence did resound

I heard the music of your heart it's meaning I have found.



David Wayne Simmons

Copyright �2001 David Simmons
Symphony of Love
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