The star filled sky,
Dew drops on flower petals,
Your smile and the warmth it radiates.
All I really want to do is fly,
Gather dust on my feet.
When the tough get going,
Love builds a bridge.
Two hands together–yours and mine–
Crossing borders and knowing no bounds
for the soul and love and God.
Misty mountains and star spangled flags
flying over baseball and apple pies
and even a glass of sweet tea,
in this romance, this love–
as pretty as a picture worth a thousand words
in which we burn the bridges,
a flaming sunset–the fingerprint of God
that wraps around this pen whose might is greater than the sword.