I'd love you anyway
even if the spires stopped
pointing to the sky
or the trains left their track
and went across country
I'd love you anyway.
Every inch of your nave
Every beam of your roof
Every tile of your aisle
I'd love you anyway.
Even through locked doors
or sad barred windows
or even on silent Sundays
with no bells ringing
I'd love you.
Even as they buried me
Deep down
In the deepest depth
Of their despair
I would
Love
You.
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Author:
Keith (
Offline) - Published: January 27th, 2022 09:01
- Category: Love
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Comments3
A love affair with ancient buildings - we have that in common to a degree my friend - they cant drag me away from their history when I enter these places - thanks for the read and you poem it well Keith - -- I really related.
To be on the receiving end of such beautiful words….…sigh! I must show this to my hubby. Maybe he’d be inspired to write something for Valentine’s Day, even if he starts with Roses are red violets are blue…..
You made my day with this comment - so kind of you, Rozina. x
Old buildings just seem to speak to me when I enter them.
Andy
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