Travel
Ode to Love
Oh; sweet love of years
Oh; mercy of shrunk time left
Oh; memory of downy touches
The few times we together spent
As Schubert’s love serenade
Meadow’s daffodils played
Rolled in softness of grass
Like children; we pretended
Hide and seek with no success
As I write this ode to love
Yes; your precious love
Time will never break a glass
To a friend I send my bouquet
Of kisses; love and nothing less
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