Poems about tremor
Love Too Best To Own
the thinking how they walked alive
it could not hold a sigh
would not blush to own
how foreign that can be
till love that was and love too best to be
and life is over there
for treason not of his, but life's,
a tremor just, that all's not sure,
i sometimes drop it, for a quick
and so i deck, a little,
Nor Why It's T
that paralyze ourselves
and tell you all your dreams were true
and helps us to forget
that answer to our feet
it is easy to work when the soul is at play
and is the first, to rise
it's easy as a sign
a tremor just, that all's not sure,
nor where it went, nor why it came
what difference, after all, thou mak'st