When Loved

The architect who loves the building,


the sailor who loves the sea,


have none of the feelings of joy


your love puts in me.


 


I see the world as I did when I was a child,


when all nature was new to me.


I take time to praise it all,


I am like this because of you.


 


The building must be made hard to stand alone,


The sea feels nothing and never will,


but with you, I will never be without


a dear heart that loves me true.


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Published on November 10, 2016 14:32
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