In Loving Memory of Kate

loves charm is a heartly harm or a reaping barn that can break the arm the arms are too weak to hold complete without a leak love is so fruitful and is never knowm for a season of fruitlessness love is a sun burning pacy the red skies the sun is gone and to the sun there is none but fancy the stars glittering so bright and it is our for we love the sun but the stars are much more the lonely heart fears for love the loving heart loves for more like it can never be satisfied as the oceans mark so much but it wants much more like when it over flows its bounds it wants much more i say and i'll give ie more i pray