Ink and paper, words and rhyme, thoughts of love, throughout all time�
Man
has thought to share his words, since he learned to draw a line.
The signs and
pictures, upon cave walls, that told of hurt and fears�
To scrolls and parchment,
and pages of stone, words left for other years.
Ink and paper, words and
rhyme, no matter what their form�
They tell of laughter, song and tears, describe
the sound of storms.
And lovers share them near a fire, and pick out special
ones�
And have them etched upon their stones, when life is finally done.
For special things, you've said to me, if linked from end to end�
Would make
a wonderful poem I know, that I could show my friends.
Perhaps one day, when
it is cold, a nice warm fire we'll start�
We'll sit and read them one by one,
and let them touch our hearts.
Ink and paper, words and rhyme, of love I
send to you�
To tell you how you make me feel, and that my love is true.
So when the year the years have passed us by, and other lovers come�
They can
read the words I've left, and share them one by one.
Ron
Walker
October 1999
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