The words
we speak of
weather and
dates and when
I have to go -
seem rather
ordinary when
with every word
I want to whisper
I love you!
- which leaves
me weak-kneed
and wanting
to hold you
across the odd
5,000 miles
of ocean blue
that separates
the sky from
me to you.
© Eleanor Clark
23 November, 2013
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