Give me another song
Under dark threshing shed
Love to the feelings belong
Where shall these words lead?
Believe is love’s old friend
Visor has its careful steps
So much becomes transcend
When it comes for its schleps
Bend sentences more tender
With dear lips forgiven
Whispering words - each blender
That from emotion is driven
Tomorrow is quite ours too
Over the simmering process
Love words have never a clue
Before they are done and less
What do I long dare I say?
For so many riddles remain
Each with a thought and a fray
Giving their own abstain
Strings of each touch is strung
To new fallen snow or green
Classify not where each belong
But how many times it's been
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it endears to my heart......a sense of peace....renders; words merely tender.... tred through inner me.......give me another song dear Peter....i simply long for more................