I wrote you a poem (left unread)
So I wove you a dream instead
I caught the wind in the forest
And chased the rain on the river
I collected dew from the dawn
And captured the gentle quiver
of lilting birdsong in the morn
I spun heaven into your dreams
with bits of sky ever so blue
And wisps of silvery moonbeams
Spun with stars and a twilight hue
I wrote a poem for you
Nothing to cling to
Nothing to give or take
No keepsake
Rose
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