For Trin

I'm an emotional woman.

When I love, you'll know it, the bells will ring,

And if I'm sad, the rains settle in.

It is hard sometimes--

The wind is always blowing,

And I am really just a basket of apples,

Just a straw doll.

Into all these weathers, you come--

Calm as a cup of honey,

And as constant as my need for you;

My darling Trin,

My morning that always appears.

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