Red Red Heart

A letter it was,
And love was a part.
Edged in the corner,
With tiny hearts.

I thought sincere,
Of what I felt.
For no ice had froze,
But what could melt.

But it was real,
From deep inside.
There were no gaps,
Nor gulfs...so wide.

Always...I knew,
And I could see.
That something strong,
Was inside of me.

A letter...I made,
It was ready to start.
All edged in the corner,
With a red, red heart.


E.P. 1908 - 1989