I just intended to write you a rhyme
I just wanted to create you a poem but my words were bodies drifting in the river so I lugged them out and laid them on the sand and clothed them in cozy clothing however their lips were blue so I gave you my heart rather.
You review me poems I couldn’t listen to since I was sinking in the shade of your eyes so I shut my own however then I drowned in your voice and the water was deep and cozy and held me so carefully I forgot that I was.
I bear in mind just how we danced that summer night and the moon kissed the poplar till it glowed silver and her fallen leaves whispered of love and you informed me I was gorgeous and I thought you but I believe I envisioned that.
You hung the stars so I can see in the dark and our laughter was music and I chose ripe red strawberries from the yard and they tarnished our lips and you claimed kiss me so I did and the dawn broke me like a branch.
Inform me concerning the dream where we rewound time and Virginia left of the river Ouse and drew rocks from the pockets of a dark blue pea coat to drop them on the coastline and toss herself right into the arms of her enthusiast.
Inform me regarding the desire where Hemingway lived and nobody administered shock therapy and he finished the stories left word-of-mouth and his son really did not …