The World of Pirates
Tonight an angel spoke to me
A smile upon his lips I did see
He gave to me a gift so rare,
My pirate with the golden hair.
His words were soft and very soothing
I swear to God the earth was moving.
The tones were like a piece of art
The pirates voice has touched my heart.
And as I sleep and head to dreams
My mind on only him it seems.
Hands so tender slowly seek
To rest upon the pirates cheek.
I draw in close and hear the spell
Of a voice that rings true as a bell.
I sigh with every heart felt beat,
Then kneel in surrender at my pirates feet.
Trish © 4-9-98
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