With me, I had known
Your heart, my pen… a poem.
When you would say my name,
I had it all…a home.
❤
With me, I had known
Your heart, my pen… a poem.
When you would say my name,
I had it all…a home.
❤
And come to me truth,
Even as the sweetest sorrow,
That a morning
May be free tomorrow.
A stanza for thought.