poem (by me): a ditty
walk with me a little, she says, and so I do
and do not ask how far or rough the road
sing with me a song of love, she says, or three or two
and I open my mouth and do not ask how long (or loud or high)
it is enough that she asks and that I can
and will
and do not ask how far or rough the road
sing with me a song of love, she says, or three or two
and I open my mouth and do not ask how long (or loud or high)
it is enough that she asks and that I can
and will
