Dear Love,....Sincerely, Walt
By Walter Burns
Love Dear Love, The kind they write about Is somewhere balanced above Just to hang so much off my fingertips that I tip toe in hope to catch a star For it seems to me that stars Are the ceiling to my rapture I jump and land Heavy footed Heavy hearted To appraise what slipped through here Through my hand To sprinkle upon the heads Of lovers star crossed anew The dust of love Shaken from the eldest root every drop was meant to hold the souls of two but it?s I that reaches high as others keep their vision straight I, who strive for golden dust the root of love would grow in me When I find her Her roots will be the brightest supernovas And her blossoms Will busy The honey bees Of Heaven Love Dear Love, You are not a ceiling You are not a measure I know you grow Forever more For I will nurture your existence As much as one soul could do Love, the kind I write about When I began I only cried Now I believe in you (when I find her will she know me too?) Sincerely, One in Love.o yuh! Written July 31st, 2001 © on Jul 31 2001 08:21 AM PST 0 • 8
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