Golden Eagle

I met a Golden Eagle,
who asked me to stay.
Not knowing that I would fall
in love one day.
She teaches me with her wisdom. She teaches me with her love.
She must have been from heaven above.
She loves me when I'm right.
She loves me when I'm wrong.
I hope that I,ll be ready when she takes her flight home.
At 95, she went home, to be with God by his heavenly throne.
Her heart was pure.
Her love was real.
I wonder. Does she know that I miss her still?

by dreamer007
posted on 07/27/2010

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