David P Carroll Poems
Beating Heart
I see my love
Sleeping it brings
A smile to my face
My love is truly in
A warm place her
Beauty shines
Her smile brightens
Up a dark room
I gaze at my love
With a soft heart
Looking at her beauty
From beside her
Our love is pure
She is my loving Angel
And she is resting in
My beating warm heart.
Sleeping it brings
A smile to my face
My love is truly in
A warm place her
Beauty shines
Her smile brightens
Up a dark room
I gaze at my love
With a soft heart
Looking at her beauty
From beside her
Our love is pure
She is my loving Angel
And she is resting in
My beating warm heart.