CAMELOT FANTASIES

HEAVENLY PROMISES ON MENDED WINGS



Author: Mike Lewis



The sweetest melodies are those sung from the heart.
The softest harmonies are when two souls mend together.
Why then do people say it's love that tears them apart?
When it's with love that you can stand the stormy weather.

When I met you, Spring was here, and the birds were nesting.
I looked into your soft eyes and saw the prettiest smile.
Heaven pulled down her vail and offered her most sacred blessing.
I've met an angel, I couldn't help but to smile.

Sitting by the pool of life, reflecting upon it's surface,
I think of others and I get a little ripple.
I think of you, and a wave swells, spraying my face.
You said you wouldn't cry, but I see the tears start to trickle.

Some people don't believe in love at first sight,
Obviously they haven't seen you.
Drifting on love's endless blissful flight,
I'm so glad I met you.






HIDDEN LOVE


Author: Heather 


Passion burning deep in my heart
Wishing that we were never apart
Coming together hand in hand
Melted and pressed as grains of sand
Shaping a most beautiful pane of glass
Etchings abound and trimmed with brass
A beautiful display wanting all to see
Remains hidden and sheltered only for me.






HOPE IS A THING WITH FEATHERS

Author: Emily Dickinson



Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings a tune without words
And never stops at all.

And sweetest, in the gale, is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That keeps so many warm.

I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea
Yet, never, in extremity
It ask a crumb of me.




HOW DO I LOVE THEE ?


Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1770-1850)



How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
 I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
 My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
 For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday's
 Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
 I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
 I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use
 In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
 I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
 With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,
 Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
 I shall but love thee better after death.