18 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.

Poem 085 When I’m alone, among the weeds

When I’m alone, among the weeds, I still hear you sing your song
and gather up the memories, that helps me sing along, it’ll always be
My love …..  It’s always free …..  for you and me

Our love will lift us, beyond the stars and shall always shine as bright
and if apart, if it seems too dark, our faith will give us light, it’ll always be
My love …..  It’s always free …..  for you and me

My love …..  you know my love, from the beginning shall never end
is without strings, a guarantee, not to cost a thing, it’s always free
My love …..  It’s always free …..  for you and me.