In deep sleep
you will come to me
about 2 AM
the shadows walking
In wit and candor
You will speak to me
My humor not lost among the rubble
In vows
and in little ways
a stroke of my hair
a kiss on the cheek
a word whispered
you will stay with me
For love knows no bounds
for love knows no endings
for love survives
in a box,
in a pantry
in the little space
It grows in the dark
you know
like the smallest sprout on wings.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
Thursday, 19 January 2012
Love Knows No Bounds - Anita Holzberg
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