You talk of love…..again

I love, a summer’s day,

a small child’s smile, my dog,

the walks I take.

 

You ask for trust…..

what can I say?

I trust the sun to shine

the rain to fall, I trust

 

each day to give me

one more chance to write

these words upon this

page.

 

You talk of love; I panic:

think of chains: for love

is not an easy game to play

it breaks our hearts

 

it makes us grey.

 

 

You might as well desire

the stars, as tie me to this

world & yet……

I promise

 

we will find a day

to laugh, to love:

but packaged in a different

way, to others.