Love's Delight
The pen became my instrument
the words became my notes
The stanzas burn like songs on fire
new voices scream with hope
The ink runs free and heavy
the score in black and white
The music coursing through my soul
—to christen love’s delight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)
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