You too, and this too
Speaking of the Blue Grass,
when all I can see is the blue in your eyes
If you had a defining word it would be
“Soft”
Not soft in will or ways,not that at all
But soft where it counts
Soft words to me
Soft to me
Soft with me
Soft to the touch
Soft to my spirit
Like my soul can land in you
and it would feel like down feathers
Like everyone else you are fleeting
Fleeing to the blue grass
But as always I am grateful
You taught me what soft really was
And to be nice, be nice