Sweet whispers of gentle secrets,
Words that hush the uneasy tongue.
The quivering begins to cease,
And love is made known.
Angels sing a glorious tune,
As snow touches the earth.
Beauty so strong has never revealed itself her eyes,
The longing feelings she felt are now gone.
As all she ever wanted stands before her.

Heaven?

Of what beauty she could have never imagined,
Her skirt clings to her body in the breeze.
No clouds show in the sky,
The air is warm, yet the ground is cool.
She has reached the place she now wishes to stay,
No more war. No more loneliness and sadness.
Here, when in solitude, she is peaceful and joyous,
Such quiet, yet the sweet harking of Angels heard in the distance,
Carried by the sweeping breeze.
What a place this is,
What perfection lies inside it.
Surely it will last forever.