It is your name that is written in the corners of my heart,
deep, where no one has ever reached before.
And when I walk those cool chambers at night,
I stop to sit and read for a while;
the name of the man who has brought love to this place.
I recognize the flow of your handwriting,
soft lines like gentle waves that curve your spirit into being.
And the strength of your passion,
in how deeply each letter is cut into the surface;
more surely and creatively than any sculptor could perform.
And by night's end, I climb to touch those corners;
just to run my fingers across the signature of the man
who has brought love to this place.
~~Fiddler 03/06/2002
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