Shall I write for you a letter

woman_in_solitude
(c) Deborah Bays

Shall I write for you a letter

so painfully written with my teary ink?

Or pluck a forlorn rose for you?

Its red as deep as my ocean of love.

Does the smile that on my face rest

tell you that there’s a garden in my heart?

Pray, will our intertwined love in the linen

bear the promise of an eternity together?

Oh my love, my lover, my love,

your love is reason alone to live.

Then letters I will carve in this world,

To know but one will reach your eye.

And bring you a rose on the lap of the earth

Un-plucked, un-forlorned, it shall never die.

I will water the garden in my heart

with love that’s there for me to take.

And forbid the sun its garish entry

when the moon bathes over us at night.

Advertisements

One thought on “Shall I write for you a letter

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s