Wednesday, March 14, 2012

The Limits of My Language

A single bird upon the wire
A final flickering fading fire
A white upreaching Catholic spire
And you alone all I desire

A cloud is shifting in the sky
A loon is lifting its low cry
A fading sunbeam watch it die
My love for you you can’t deny

A red fruit filling up the trees
A fragrant lilac on the breeze
A candle’s light will only tease
I hug you tightly on my knees

I want to express my delight
In loving you the words aren’t right

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