Treasure Island

Pam Fraser


A Beautiful Web


Creatively
You worked your art on me
You spun a beautiful web
Around my heart
How beautifully
Your deeds have spread
with each intricately
woven each thread
with strands of care
You have dried most of my tears
with your gentleness
Dispelled most of my fears
with your wisdom
Helped me understand what is
and what could be
Patiently I hope you continue
to hold my hand
Now, I need the couragement
and to brave the storm
With your kindness
you have kept me warm
Your passion
Lit a new glowing fire
that filled my heart
with a sweet desire
You have spun that beautiful web
with love we have made together.

Submitted: Monday, January 28, 2008

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