In a realm where dreams dance in light's embrace,
Desiree dwelled with an enchanting grace...

Upon life's stage where shadows weave their play,
A fleeting waltz where mortals find their way...

Oh, friend once close, in passion's fiery dance,
Now vanished, like a fleeting specter's chance...

Lord, You see my heart.
You know it better than I do...

Poetry, more than mere words on the page's scroll...
Resounds within, where human depths are found...

Mother Earth, a gift so rare,
A place of beauty, beyond compare...

Patience, a virtue so pure and true,
A quality that can carry us through...

In the depths of love's vast expanse,
A yearning burns, a desperate chance...

In a world where beauty's confined,
To a frame, a shape, so pre-defined...

Mother, for you, these lines I pen,
Oh, dear, my first love, now and then...

In the sacred silence of this moment,
I kneel before you, my Lord...

In this moment, I stand tall,
Grateful for each rise and fall...