while Van Morrison trills "brown-eyed girl"...
it may be to somebody in his world.
and,
she may be pretty, and sweet and heaven to hold,
but she won't be my brown-eyed girl.

mine's a soft-hearted Mama with hands of steel,
a glove of velvet comes with her touch,
causing

her heart, led by compassion and wisdom,
to align our family with the Tao.
she's
my brown-eyed girl,
My Valentine
and
ever onward, ever upward ... her virtue
is my reward,
completing her daily chores of love.

02/10/2005