Some nights a love, a light, undecorated
Love, but nothing special, nothing grand,
Would take this heart. Not vastly overrated,
Outdoing ev'ry love throughout the land,
But simple, almost common. Everyday.
A love that checks on children in their sleep,
To reassure itself that they're okay,
That's all. The rest of love would surely keep,
Until a little bit tomorrow, then
The next day, just as much. There's plenty more,
But never hurried, even timid, when
Some special day wants bigger love in store.
For now asleep, but dreaming of a start,
Such love would reawake this sleeping heart.
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Ballyhoo drains the pleasant swamp!
(R)ated because I like it!
One of your best, which is saying something, thank you.
Wishing you"Some special day"
FusunA, thank you. I'm pleased that it struck a chord. (This makes coffee in Montreal even more imperative.)
Fred yes indeed, it is the Grandest. Slow and steady wins the race, yes?
Susan, those are really important adjectives -- quietly perfect. I'll just whisper my thanks, sincerely.
Kim, thank you my friend. And high compliments, after your alpha and omega gemstone the other day.
anna1, I hope so. Peace is such a relative thing. It's nice to hear that some is showing.
Mark, you are most welcome here. Thanks for coming by. And I enjoyed your post about the Archies the other day. I'll be back as well.
Please keep coming by, and thank you for doing so even though I seemed to be hibernating. Your reading is very important to me. It's sort of, if a poem was written on a blog and nobody read it, would it even rhyme?
And now I'm very excited -- I have already written today's post, which means I might get to bed at a decent hour tonight.
Thank you all for reading, again.
scupper, in the spirit of the poem, I am very, very happy with your unadorned comment. I've gotten to know you a little, through them, over the last few months. They are pleasures themselves. And there I go, saying too much.
trilogy, that is a lovely sentiment to pick up on. And a very thoughtful thing to say.
I hope anyone in eastern North America gets through the day's heat, still fond of those they're fond of. The temperature can bring out tempers a little.