Saturday, January 14, 2017


If I could, I would
Raise a fortress to the sky --
A stronghold of words,
Each one carefully chosen
For your protection
So no harm would come to you:
No slings, no arrows.
If, by chance, you were wounded,
The words would be balm,
As healing as phoenix tears. 
And thus, it would be --
My love of words, and of you
Entwining, always. 

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