sit down for a minute,
I'll pour us some tea, a glass of wine
With Heart in it.
Your presence completes me;
brings me full throttle
A guest at my table,
Fulfillment, you can't bottle.
It's not the fois gras;
Or the tartar raw,
Not the Bordeaux
With its even flow,
Or the Dolce suit-
(You distinguished brute)
But your aura, your wisdom
Your lending ear
Nothing required,
As you sit near.
You see you are my chance,
To become like the one,
A guest in her house
Above even, the sun
From that which we came,
We all too, shall go
Until that time
Its with you
I will grow.
With Intention,
Daniel Bobby Tuttle
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