Post by Don J. Ott on Apr 18, 2006 9:38:07 GMT -5
Halley, My star from above
By Donnie Ott (c) 2006
I sit in this chair, out the window I stare
at the beautiful sight a magnificent glare.
Could the answers in life rest in the sky?
Night after night I look up and cry.
Much like her beauty is this glimmer I see;
I followed a star and called it Halley.
It's shimmering splendor sets me astound
as tears from my cheeks fall to the ground.
I was taken aback by it's infanant glory.
My beautiful wife preceeds this story
Such a goddess with embelishing grace
lustrous skin, a beautiful face.
Parallel in creation to the stars up above,
a masturful structure, a heart full of love.
Nothing that's earthbound could ever compare
to the passionate yerning and love that we share.
If asked what woman I truely love-
I'd say it is Halley, my star from above.
By Donnie Ott (c) 2006
I sit in this chair, out the window I stare
at the beautiful sight a magnificent glare.
Could the answers in life rest in the sky?
Night after night I look up and cry.
Much like her beauty is this glimmer I see;
I followed a star and called it Halley.
It's shimmering splendor sets me astound
as tears from my cheeks fall to the ground.
I was taken aback by it's infanant glory.
My beautiful wife preceeds this story
Such a goddess with embelishing grace
lustrous skin, a beautiful face.
Parallel in creation to the stars up above,
a masturful structure, a heart full of love.
Nothing that's earthbound could ever compare
to the passionate yerning and love that we share.
If asked what woman I truely love-
I'd say it is Halley, my star from above.