- What is a flame? Where does it go
When breath snuffs out its magic
- What is a flower? With no eyes to see
Could one imagine its symmetry?
What is a sound? How picture a
- To one who never a voice has heard?
And Oh, What is love?
Till I felt a flame
Till I smelled a flower, Till I breathed
- A name
- These simple things were a mystery . . .
Love is still but a word to me.
__May Williams Ward.
from an unknown newspaper
July 23, 2003 /
John & Susan Howell /
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