Jan 3
2 min read
I Wrote You In The Fall
from the avenue
I wrote you in the fall
I used a pen not a sword
I wanted it to be a call, that’s all
It was no chore, a bore, or tall order
An envelope and stamp
Alas I needed to make it clamp
So I got down nasty and made it damp
That may well have been a task
But before it I must ask:
What of this love of which must last?
