A love in verse

Photo: Allie When Young

Performed by

Though I’m under the spell

Of you when young, my life’s best half,

It still may not be well

To dote upon this photograph

For representations are but that,

Reality demands our all

Leaving even this photo flat

When I hear you in the hall

And yet one moment bereft

Of you who points my heart to heaven

Brings me to what’s left

Allie, artless, at six or seven 



You are my life: there’s no divide

Hard words could cause or temper bring

I love you more than being or thing...

End of August

You lay on the bed, your words kiss my ears

Behind me you speak, resting in the heat

In the afternoon. The words my heart hears...