Traveling With Love

Not as I since have loved him, as a desire
And surety of my eternal life, a light
Which I behold and feel he loves me
Nor for his wish to so many words-
But for this love that I had seen him watch
His beauty in the morning love, had seen
The beautiful mountain at Denver touchs his lovely soul
In many a thoughtful hour, when, from excess
Of happiness, my heart blood starts to beat
For its own pleasure, and I breathe with delight
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
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