September 30, 2011
Staring
Waiting
Wanting
Asking
Pleading
Overflowing
Giving
Love of years,
And for years to come
Without condition or warrant
For a life down that expressway
Seen so often, so unoriginal,
Racing so fast that reasons were needed then
lost
Rather than a walk under oaks
At a pace that yields
The love in my hand to yours, held.
Without wavering
Do your eyes remain, power
That keep mine in straight gaze.
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