Heart Of The Matter
Letters Much Remembered
I'm picking up my promises,
My passions I proclaim,
In dreams I break for freedom,
Excuses, oh so lame,
I had a look at longings,
I peeked inside my heart,
I saw you looking back at me,
When did the loving start?
Did the blossom bloom in springtime?
Ides of March, or early May,
Were we spellbound by an April moon?
When love came into play,
And letters written long time past,
Re-read and much remembered,
Two golden leaves are falling,
Two golden hearts are tendered,
With welcome kisses stolen,
Now buried on the shore,
Safe haven in your harbour,
I live for ever more,
I'm picking up my promises,
Discard the ones now spent,
The letters much remembered,
The letters that you sent.
Linda Harnett, ©2007
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Letters Much Remembered
Letters Much Remembered
