I find it wondrously strange
that in your presence I feel slightly awed at times.
I find it wondrous strange,
that in your eyes,
My soul begins to change.
And is not a wondrous thing,
That you cause my heart to sing?
And is not a glorious thing
that now my heart begins to rise?
And is not a curious thing
that you cause me to make these little rhymes?
@ Charles Grifor 1996-1997