09-19-2013, 04:30 PM
Dearheart, (what an old fashioned word!
but I like how it
rolls -
on my tongue, and what's even
more important -
it suits you.)
You
with an ice cream cone in hand on one
of the coldest days, grey and weeping
edge of a grand German river, or even
childishly
refusing to go and admire Beatles muse
work of art, the strands of light
falling
on their own tombstones.
You?
Yes you, from our first meeting in
the blaring white Budapest now disappearing
with a 5 year memory stamp on it - read, seen,
felt - and even more -
last time I saw Paris, with that sting
of hot chocolate on my mouth -
all these scraps only add to how much
I cherish you. Happy
birthday!
but I like how it
rolls -
on my tongue, and what's even
more important -
it suits you.)
You
with an ice cream cone in hand on one
of the coldest days, grey and weeping
edge of a grand German river, or even
childishly
refusing to go and admire Beatles muse
work of art, the strands of light
falling
on their own tombstones.
You?
Yes you, from our first meeting in
the blaring white Budapest now disappearing
with a 5 year memory stamp on it - read, seen,
felt - and even more -
last time I saw Paris, with that sting
of hot chocolate on my mouth -
all these scraps only add to how much
I cherish you. Happy
birthday!