ArmourQuill Hunter (1949 / Fort Smith, AR)
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A Dance To The End...
Of all words I’ve heard, yours echoed- like nothing ever could:
“May I have this dance for all my life; would you dance me to the end of love? ”
In my aloneness, under the apple tree, I “daydream of all you said” to me…
Just under that tree, sweet rapture that symphony played, way back when.
Years wasted, but I still think of you, remembering how we were again.
How did I guess, you’d rest your coat near mine, for hopes renewed in time.
Nor could I foresee 'you'd find-me' and leave no-do