The Chronologist

One day soon, I’ll bind a book

Leather, cloth, sweat and work

Circulation, unintended

There’s but one place I’d ever send it

Straight to the heart of the inspiration

On such beauty, no words are wasted

Chasing her to share my thoughts

A foolish action that serves me not

So, I’ll stop and send just this

Titled “Love’s Chronologist”

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