Monday, December 8, 2008

Her Love

her love is a yellow chair
beneath the curves of the oak tree

her love is curve of the oak tree
where doves seek shelter

her love is the seeking dove
who sings into the morning silence

her love is the song
that finds its way to me every hour

her love is the hour
that stretches to take in the impossible

her love is the impossible, the beautifully impossible
that rests in the yellow chair

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