Trois

For Deborah

Love is the cause
Of the moment I need
Never to end…

       

When I think of you
I imagine your face
On every cloud
Of the high noon horizon
With eyes that sing of summertime.

       

We are perfect
Imperfections dressed in our
Own little flaws.

©2002

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