Once and twice and more
would I chance love until death?
When thou art more than me
so wise as wild roots across fields
watching approaching winter shaking
the darling buds of May

— i am empty
but hearing the chorus of angels
as summer’s lease hath short a day.

  Man and Woman.  Two unto one.
love and hate and fear by life
we know when eternal lines to space
and time grows.

To  those who see — they can breath
and as long as Souls of Love see,
this gives life to thee!

:: 04.07.2023 ::