01.22.11

I reach for your letters
And my favorite book of poems
In which they secretly hide

And I find a way to confide
In your words of truth and love
By which my heart does hang from

Swinging as does a pendulum
To and fro in endless motion
Hinting at perpetual passion

Of which we’ll never lose a fraction
If we contest the powers against;
Keep our heads, keep our hearts fed
And life will be, but a dream in our beds

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