Write your poem for me nowWhile I am living,
While I can set my eyes on each word,
While I can taste the Sweetness
Of each utterance as it rolls off my tongue,
While I can hear its cadence,
While I can trace each line with my finger
Over your words, feeling their power
To move my soul.
Write your poem for me now
While I can sense your caring,
While I can feel special,
While I can feel loved.
Robin L. Edenshaw
August 21, 2007
August 21, 2007
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