To One In Heaven By John Lars Zwerenz
TO ONE IN HEAVEN
Must I live in loneliness at such a price?
I have seen her there again
In paradise.
Amid glorious streams,
She consumes my dreams
As I behold her walking beneath diamond beams,
In radiant gardens of silver and gold
Where all is new, where naught is old.
Her hair is long, straight and black,
There angels praise the beauty of her face,
Her fair, soft back,
And her eyes of grace.
And all my days are misty hours
Of longing sighs and mystic showers,
Rising to where fountains bend
As my cries ascend
To those heavenly bowers.
John Lars Zwerenz
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