Beauty By Vicque Wakefield You're flying high dancing in the wind, touching my soul, your beauty enlightens me. Beauty unmatched, you hold passion and heart, as if it were a serpent. Twining amongst the forests of love, I to you. And like the paths you pass, when your beauty walks upon them. My heart its desire, to burst from within, and capture and hold Your beauty until eternity. 12/11/95 A few words from Ray While performing at the World Cup in Australia, a very beautiful young lady wrote this poem especially for me, she said this is the way she feels while watching me fly, she kissed me and ran off, I never saw her again, but I will always remember her smiling face. Return to Poems Main Page
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