Poet To His Love

by Maxwell Bodenheim

 

An old silver church in a forest
Is my love for you.
The trees around it
Are words that I have stolen from your heart.
An old silver bell, the last smile you gave,
Hangs at the top of my church.
It rings only when you come through the forest
And stand beside it.
And then, it has no need for ringing,
For your voice takes its place.

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Poet to His Love

read by Jeff D. (Pico9702)
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Leave a message Pablo     2/10/2013 4:20:35 PM Nice reading Jeff, congrats! Mini     2/9/2013 3:52:49 PM Beautiful Poem Jeff, thanks for sharing. Hugs, Mini ANA     2/9/2013 11:13:24 AM What a beautiful poem. What a sweet voice. Perfect choice for our couple!. Thank you!. Back to the Great Hall

 

 

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