at least that

Listen to the ravens
See what they say
Will they tell you
How much I've loved you
since that first day
when you found me wandering,
knocking on your door...
Will they say at least that?


Listen to the aspen
Hear them whisper
things you should know
secrets to believe
sweet mysteries
about places from which I came
knocking at your door
they will say at least that

Listen to my heart speak
when these words fade
while I tell you
How much I've loved you
since that first day
when you found me wandering,
knocking on your door...
It will say at least that.

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Anonymous said…
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered —
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before —
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore. Edgar Allan Poe

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