A love in verse

Thanks to You

1998-01-05
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It’s like a hill I’m climbing

A heap – but not of slag

Church bells are nearby chiming

It’s steep but I don’t flag


It lifts me to its summit

All round the world looks well

My heart sings – what can dumb it?

I’ve such a tale to tell – 


Of love’s accumulation

It’s ground a mound so high

With wild exhilaration

I reach and touch the sky 

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Oeuvre

There’s all the plays I never wrote

And all the parts I didn’t play

No screenplays either I must say...

Eyes Inspiring

Not just because it is the weekend dearest 

I feel empowered to promise greater strength

From me to withstand threats, to be the cheeriest...