tarry not

Copyright © November 24, 2008 by Richard J. Sereday Jr.
All rights reserved



Long legged Angel,
run to me.

Walk, fly, crawl,
what ever it takes,
I need you in a hurry.

This missing you,
your smile,
your hugs,
your lips,
is just too much to bear.

Beg, steal or borrow,
something old
or something new,

bring it in a hurry,
do not tarry.

Wrap me in your loving wings,
then hear my heart,
the song it sings,

beautiful music
to our ears.