For Better or Worse
For I live this life,
I think you knew,
between chocolate and empty.
Wheat plains filled with quenching dew.
Smile, you do know the ripest rose,Why cadence as a bluebird,
impossible to feign.
The arrowed heart that perpetual
homeless or no name.
perched eyes on watered boats,
you and I, waves reflection,
dangle endlessly behind tongues of notes.
I love you.
B. Garth Steinhagen
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