Even though you write your poetry
While the stars burn with a deep fire
You think that love is a vile phrase
In your excellant, 'White Bosum'
These words that are beautified flow
My good woman, stay awhile
I will be faithful
As long as the sun burn in the sky
I love you best, most best, believe it
Like a hot love, on a wing
Written Sunday September 2005
allan james saywell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hot-love-on-a-wing/
