That bridge you built
with sweating hands,
across my heart’s divide,
while secretly I tunnelled,
has brought us side to
side, and in the stretch
of moment, connected
as we were, both mind
and soul directed, that
we remain entwined.
with sweating hands,
across my heart’s divide,
while secretly I tunnelled,
has brought us side to
side, and in the stretch
of moment, connected
as we were, both mind
and soul directed, that
we remain entwined.
It is good to be there.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]