Image of Love
Last night I had a vision of an Image of love.
It was more beautiful than a dove.
It was as delicate as a flower.
And was as lovely as a soft April shower.
When I think of the image it brings me joy.
Like the joy of a child with a brand new toy.
The image shines with such a glow,
That I think of it wherever I go.
The image was like something I had seen before.
So I stared at it a little while more.
As I stared at the image I finally knew.
That the image of love that I saw was you.
