Viewed from the altar
As Eyes consumed the pair
A gentle caress and kiss
Spun the souls a flower

Soft as a Camellia bloom
Each In tune to this moment of bliss
Set the church as an empty room
Touched by a spiritual caress

Old friends
Aged bodies confined
Soulful silent crescendo
Whispers a heart song sublime

Softly through the air for an instance
We listened to the symphony
Of emotions played on heart instruments
And witnessed the Camellia bloom

01/11/2007

Author's Note: My Father 87 remarried on New Years Eve

Posted on 01/11/2007
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