It was a beautiful day out in the breezy valley by the river,
I picked you the prettiest flower
with the prettiest petals.
I got on my knees by the river's edge,
where the thought of your name replayed, and I let it drift onto the horizon, watching as it went.

you can try to steal a poet's words
but know the words are bonded
with the soul of
language

open your mind
and you might
find people will
leave a little bit
of something behind-
charitable donations
or taxing baggage.

do you feel the weight of their crosses ?
do you have endless heart ?