I will love you, the way I love you.
Dissolving complaints in an arsenic bath
and composing grand overtures with pixie dust.
My love will keep you warm, in a cool way.
It will make you smile, when you want to cry.
It will touch you and leave no residue of fear.
My love will be your pillow at night
and your strength throughout the day.
Freely you’ll love me, as only you love me;
and delight in being loved deliciously.
Evaporated skepticism lifts,
the landscape rests its head.
Knowledge is so liberating,
As at long last I know…you.
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|Reviewed by Jeff Mason
|Zowee!! Dang, Sara. Is the 'muse' biting you, too? You go! I [feel] this ... to the core! -- Jeff|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Wonderfully expressed, Sara. Love and peace to you. Regis|
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
|a lovely piece
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|You've painted a marvelous landscape, Sara.
LOL at old Ted's comment!
|Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
|Poet Master, Poet Master, King of Crap is proud of you.|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Beautifully written Sara!!
|Reviewed by Gary Gebert
|Makes one feel good inside.