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THE GOLDEN VIOLIN

The Angels came playing flute.
A sweet melody chosen from Guadalajara.
The backing angels ate sweet and yellow corn.
My heart is rejoicing that I have seen and found  with my eyes glorious flower for a lifetime.

A sweet bubbly White Star in the palm of God. A pious built fruit of love takennee from the garden of Heaven. In every aspect of calmness she was filled with peace. Her smile the tenderest I have ever seen. Finally love so rich for God’s servant far from Lewisville.

My priestly robes were in the light but my application was swift and carried away like Noah’s Dove. Her reply was the harmony of an everlasting laughter though her sweet mother’s was finding wings for her soul.

At last a breathe of undying love found.
The Perfume of love now filling my soul too. I can tell it’s time for the marriage of love.

The days go by and her sweet love grows in my heart sweetly. Her picture is placed in my heart as an expensive artwork gifted from heaven. The simplicity of her love is the tone of her voice.
The winds of doubts blows but her ears areally closer to my heart beats.

Our first date was on Telephone’s Valentine     Day. Her only joy was to see me. My love became my love and I became her lover.

Love is not a Spanish flower but a heavenly love in the form of a Golden Violin from God.

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