How I Love your words!
Your fanciful, glowing, transcendent, effervescent words.
Pass the honey, wink words.
The I can’t breath without sighing, words,
singing in the rain words.
Pablo Neruda could not have asked the time more eloquently words.
and when you listen,
how I long for that too.
I can take on the world with words
and when you don’t
have no words for that.
and I guess you don’t either