Love Quote # 125
For Suzanne
Like each day grows
as blades of grass
with countless more to live,
My heart, it longs
to be with hers;
these words to her I give.
As springtime comes
with cold and rain
to make my heart light grow,
Gone are my days
of loneliness
amidst the winter's snow.
My love, my love,
I call to you.
My heart cries in the night.
To feel your warmth,
your summer sun
And dance beneath your starlight.
To know the pain
of loneliness
'twas mine before I knew
She saw my eyes,
how grey they seemed,
before a heart so blue.
And each day grows
as blades of grass
with countless more to live.
These words are all
I have and more,
to her, my heart I give.
- Eric Tate Rieger -
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