For Lesa
On this path I travel,weary worn from the road less tread upon.I see nothing so fair as Thee.Yet for when I close my eyes perchance to dream of such beauty fair.Without compare or equal to the memories I keep for times of need as theses treasured ones I have of You.Lifted up on them alone,within a place of longing for naught forgotten friends.A love that while kept so long,yet still it casts these fettered chains of mine far flung and sets me free. For Lesa by James P Kail Tuesday November 20th 2012
Copyright © Jamesp Kail | Year Posted 2012
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