Letters - Poetry by Anne Bradstreet
I'm going to sing a song called,
A Song For You.
school of music.
beautiful
and so so
♪ But love can make a friend of friends ♪
♪ It's truly hard and it's truly tame ♪
♪ If I can be one or two, maybe I'll be seven whom it came ♪
♪ But take this simple thought, it seems mostly right ♪
♪ Such is my date, maybe that's safe for me ♪
♪ But as I can, I'll wait for him ♪
♪ To finish what's begun was my intent ♪
♪ A scissor cutting me would still be a start ♪
♪ It brought us to a height of lust ♪
♪ Disowned by any left or right at will ♪