August 18, 2019Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Uncategorized Leave a comment THE TROUBLE WITH YOU MY DEAR – TO ROSEMARY Good Morning my Love I hope you trove the new and fresh from air’s not sleeping and true it is of you that I am thinking again. I love you in the morning and evening too I shall not be rested until I see you at the altar of my dream where it shall be there that I see you are enabled for you are the way through and that makes me a salted wound for you are the pain that makes me seer and that is the trouble with you my dear. Love Bruce COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2019 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...