Poetry: Few

I’ll share the dreams
of mighty kings
of wealth
of might of lovely things
I’ll speak the thoughts
of simple men
of love
of life and beauty’s den.

I’ll paint a dance
of little girls
their grace
their spins their lovely twirls.

I’ll sing a song
of happy boys
their joy
their mirth their funny toys.

I’ll keep though
she inside of me
her smile her warmth
her melody
for though I try
to capture her
on paper
my thoughts they blur.

So still I’ll share
and dream away
I’ll speak my thoughts
for all the day
I’ll sing the songs
which reside in me
but few my love
will learn of thee!


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