Intro 3: A call to cross the stars Posted by David Emeron on Sunday, October 5th, 2014 “Bid me come to thee, my love For my heart is heavy, And I have wept.” My love always…. Permalink Rate this:Share: Share on Flattr (Opens in new window) Flattr More Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading... Related
You asked: What would I do while you journeyed north? I will write to you, my love. I will play with the silence and write to you. Sometimes I will play your piano and the shakuhachi; sing and ,just maybe, scrub floors, as is my wont. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
David Emeron: Sonnets 
So elegant, my beloved.
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They are your words, sweetheart; or at least some you wrote to me long ago.
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I had no idea.
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I still have the letter you wrote so very long ago.
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You asked: What would I do while you journeyed north? I will write to you, my love. I will play with the silence and write to you.
Sometimes I will play your piano and the shakuhachi; sing and ,just maybe, scrub floors, as is my wont.
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