Love Is A Strange Bedfellow

In her eyes she smiled

Parting branches as she walked

Full of dizzy dances

Sweetly twirling as she talked

In her eyes the glory of the sun

Birds gathered overhead

Singing heartfelt praises

Bold and soft she did tread

She loved in silent circles 

Sheltered from the rain

Keeping all her promises

Protecting her good name

She drew diagrams

Reflecting her inner state

Steepling all her learning

To later contemplate

Everyone who crossed

The fallow path she tread

Drew great love from her

Reflected in what she said

No strong words

Were uttered in her name

And when she disappeared

It never was the same

Cherished moments

Completing all our hearts

Love is strange bedfellows

No matter when it departs

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by Bill Ferguson

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