As a child
I was forced into a mold
That equated growth and goodness
And so I felt
Growth was the proper, boresome thing to do
Wear white gloves
And grow two inches.
It was not until we met and loved
That I at last did find
Growth can be a thrilling thing
when one is never forced to grow.
I feel the brush strokes of Cézanne
Now that I know the touch of you
~ Lois Wyse, You are the love I want ..
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