Dear Donald Dale
When I look into the Eyes,
Of my Dear Donald Dale
I feel like I'm floating in the Skies
On and Angel guided Sail.
When I touch the Hand,
Of my dear sweet Love,
I feel my heart Expand,
Like the wings of a Dove.
To hold him Near,
And feel his Breath,
Makes it Clear,
I'll be with him till Death.
Thru out our Lives,
And till the end of Time,
Our love Survives,
In an endless Climb.
And to my Dear Donald Dale,
I give to You,
My love that will never Fail,
And will always be True.
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