LOVE
� Liz Larrabee([email protected])
With spring in the air a senior's fancy may turn to love.
I love you as the shore loves
the constancy of the sea,
as the horizon loves the thrust
of the mountain�s peak.
I love you as the symphony
loves the speak of violins,
as thunder loves the echo of its rage.
I need you as the wolf�s call needs the wind
to summon its mate in the moon,
as the rose needs roots to shelter its soul
as the rooster�s crowing must have the dawn.
As daybreak loves the bursting sun
And dusk the evening star, I love you.
As wine needs vineyards,
As time cannot exist without its passing,
My heart cannot beat without your touch.
And when I need a memory at life�s end
Your face will be the portrait I take with me.
Your voice will be my chariot.
My last breath will be yours.
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