By heart Song
Date: 28 September 1999

the Kindred Spirit of a would be Poet

If my words were merely words
pressed lightly on this page
Without the feelings that I 
pour into each and everything, 
that I do, or say.
You wouldn't know me,
but you do, 
when you read my words
you know who I am, though we've never meet.
We are connected by our heartsongs.
Each of us longing to be loved 
as we ourselves love. 
To be given the gift that 
we so freely offer.
Would I that his words were pressed 
lightly this way, 
And he were the poet and I were his page.

to each of you who reads these word. 
heart Song 
9/28/99 



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