Simple
Simple to say I love you,
Hard to see in my sense.
Light or dark a past tense.
Sealed lips not one clue.
Collection cups are now due.
Penny's built my picket fence,
Many minds faceted or dense.
And each one I did surely spew.
I do stand here,
A bunch of mess.
You are over there,
Plenty that guess.
My hand is out and my head is down,
In my heart I hold your golden crown.
(C) Copyright: 2013 Ann Rich R.A.
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