for truth
I’ve born
the lovers plea ~
and wrapped
my words in tears
let loose
a veil of verses
to fill each brief
refrain
what past
we’re want
to wander –
lest memory concede
a place within
the heart
of truth –
a place where love
remains
. . .
… seeds sown in soil, rich for awakening in Spring
….where every blossom is the first