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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

Let’s Make Love

I want the peace of our hands
The life in front of us remarkable.
The fruit of kindness to multiply.
Love to be a dandelion.
I want to play happiness ball
and throw it back and forth.
Gather flowers from moonlight’s garden.
Tie the string of your kite
on my finger.
Walk the distance to heaven
and bring you a stone
from a golden street.
To have a date
where magic is
and dance wild dances to dawn.
Which is,
is it not,
what you do with love?

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