It wasn’t easy, so don’t complain
Metaphors were mixed,
allusions confused
I got way off track,
The language I abused
But here it is
A measured response to
Message #40:
She asked of her tears,
what should she do with them
Give them to me, I said
I will guard them well
And what of my passion she said,
What will I do with it
Give it to me, I said
I will take it and give it again
And what of my frame, she asked
What shall go therein
Give it to me my fair lady
We will fill it with all the colors of spring
With memories of dancing on the clouds
And sumptuous picnics in the wood
Under the shade of towering tress
Where the birds will sing for us
And the squirrels will play
With the echos of laughter
We will fill your frame
Running and chasing,
happy kisses in the rain
Drenching afternoon showers
We’ll go, looking for our rainbow
And finding it,
Know the promise that it shows
Never knowing the hour
lost in each other
not caring about time
Just cramming a life of living
Into a moment
To fill your gilded frame
I’ve waited a lifetime
to catch your tears with soft kisses,
to rub away your hurts
to absorb your pain
I have waited forever
to feel your passion close,
lighting a fire, and letting it burn
I will wait eternal to fill your frame
with joy, laughter, and music and
the joy of spring throughout all the seasons
I will fill your frame
With all of the colors
that make your heart sing
Give me your heart and I’ll mend it.
And put it back in place, again
And then, just then, we may go and box with the winds.
And I will hold you close,
and never let you go
(unless of course, you insist)