a poem about relationships
How do you want the stars, the moon, the clouds,
and everything I own? I will give you
my heart, my soul, my life, and everything
I know. Just to know that you’ll be there when
I call. When I’m old, when I’m afraid, will
you be there?
I was walking home from work today and heard a singer (Dave Pilla I think) playing a tune that got me to come up with some words of my own. This was what I came up with. The urge was strong. Here’s a snippet.