For Sale.
The grapes on the vine
Which even now climb
Amid broken archways are indigo blue.
One long-ago springtime
We tried new countryside
Passion and cherished its golden view.
That smiling house then
Was desire-laced as scent
Rose at the door our love entered thru\'
Endearments were meant
Words never fermented
A closeness that trust thought it knew.
Love feels just the same.
Fond memories re-claim
The fun times enjoyed here with you.
This cottage for sale
Will forever contain
Remains of the spirit shared by us two