Love me
By Myra Lochner
My body but the grass of Earth my soul the Sun Eternity I feel the rickrack of our minds the rhythm-rhythm-rhyme which binds O Love, you part my lips with words strong arms of passion lift me high with tenderness which makes me cry you guide your quivering bird to fly You beckon dreams to my delight you seal off darkness in fierce flight my fluttering heart does rest in yours my Love, love me through rustling hours myra Written February 10th, 2002 © on Feb 09 2002 09:26 PM PST, Myra Lochner 0 • 8
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"My body but the grass of Earth..."