Thursday, September 8, 2011


We met at a party for Loyalist Spain

We talked revolution

Hooked at you as a fellow traveler

But then you came to my college town

We walked through the beauty of an early spring

Bursting with tender blossoms, fragrant air

We lay in the lush green grass

We talked revolution

But we felt a new loyalty

I looked at you as a lover

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Wonderful! Love of ideals grows into the ideal of love...