Robert Frost

Brook flows in my heart as it flows twenty thousand years ago with your friendship dear and I can hear its song touches and embraces immortality, the moments when I went through your verses still in my mind, San Francisco, Boston...shine in the pages I feel, as a candle lighting in the avenues through your verses you smile I feel: ''The woods are lovely, dark and deep but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep'', the firmament touches eternity I feel with you dear, like a shining star our friendship reflects in the drop of dew in the eyes of spring fringing the petal of rose.