Her Laughter Echoes Through The Night Poem by Christopher Parcels

Her laughter echoes through the night;
it comes to me from far away.
But sound is lonely without sight
of her whose face puts wrongs to right.

Her beauty shames the newborn day;
an angel's face cannot compare.
Each night for to beside her lay,
my soul's the price I'd gladly pay.

For as I'd, trembling, touch her hair,
she would profess her true love vow.
She'd give me of her soul to share
so we, as one, could never tear

apart or be torn anyhow,
for naught could break a bond so tight.
But I wake up, dream takes a bow,
and all I have is fancy now.

The morning's come, with sun's first light,
but I will pray that light to cease,
so that, asleep, in dreams I might
hear laughter echo through the night.