Berdene

O Berdene...dear Berdene,
Take thou my hand.
And let me whisper to you,
That I think...You are grand.

Let me tell you truly,
You are a real part
You are flesh of my flesh,
And there's love in my heart.

You are a joy to me,
Your sweet tones are but rife.
You play a melody for me,
It sounds on my life.

Without you...I would be,
As limp as a flower.
T'would be without your acts,
The end of my hour.

But there is constant love,
Broke open, just to be.
Like a sweet Azalea blooming,
Enveloping thee.


E.P. 1908 - 1989