Poem-A-Day: Day 436

River Deep, Mountain High

I was a rag doll,
the way it gets stronger
it gets higher.

And deep you would love. 

You were a puppy
that followed faithful,
down like a river, bigger as it grows.

And deep you would love.

And deep you would love.

I, a rag doll,
the only ever owned. 
But now gets stronger,
it gets deeper,
it gets higher. 

And deep you would love
like a flower loves to sing high river deep…

River deep.