Friday, May 30, 2014

Paul McCartney poem excerpts

Old loves return
To kiss the lips
In case the empty gallery
Should fill with whispering strangers
Like a flood



I would come back from a run
With lines of poetry to tell
And having listened, she would say
"What a mind."

She'd fold my words inside her head
And though the lines may not have been
Supreme, she wasn't merely being kind
She meant it, what she said

And I am blessed
For she said "What a mind."

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