Treasure Island

Connie Yost

(5/27/38 / Reed City, Michigan)

All The Good Words


All the good words have already been taken,
No syllables left for the flowery line.
Forgotten expressions, old and forsaken,
How then can I tell you of these feelings of mine?

In song we can conquer the craggiest heights,
Find peace in the valley, romance by the sea,
Go winging with eagles on purposeful flights,
Shrink earthly dimensions in great poetry.

I search for a phrase that is stylishly new,
Amazed by phenomenal beauty I view,
Now carefully using the best and the true,
I love you, I love you, I love you, I do!

Submitted: Monday, April 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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  • Patti Masterman (5/15/2013 10:11:00 AM)

    Ha! I see what you've done here. It's gratuitious..loving, lol. another to be saved for a rainy day. (Report) Reply

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