A Love Poem

It's almost Valentines day, and I thought you might all be interested in a love poem we read in History. There is something haunting and sad about it, but definitely something beautiful and sweet.


anyone lived in a pretty how town

(with up so floating many bells down)

spring summer autumn winter

he sang his didn't he danced his did.




Women and men (both little and small)

cared for anyone not at all

they sowed their isn't they reaped their same

sun moon stars rain


children guessed (but only a few

and down they forgot as up they grew

autumn winter spring summer)

that noone loved him more by more


when by now and tree by leaf

she laughed his joy she cried his grief

bird by snow and stir by still

anyone's any was all to her


someones married their everyones

laughed their cryings and did their dance

(sleep wake hope and then) they

said their nevers and slept their dream


stars rain sun moon

(and only the snow can begin to explain

how children are apt to forget to remember

with up so floating many bells down)


one day anyone died i guess

(and noone stooped to kiss his face)

busy folk buried them side by side

little by little and was by was


all by all and deep by deep

and more by more they dream their sleep

noone and anyone earth by april

wish by spirit and if by yes.




Women and men (both dong and ding)

summer autumn winter spring

reaped their sowing and went their came

sun moon stars rain


Have a happy Valentines day. Split a pineapple with a loved one, and good luck figuring out the verses above!

♥Captain Whitney

The more you look at less, the more less looks like more.