Dulcet Caramel Butter of the Heart...
I listen to the sounds of yesteryear,
Wrapped in sweet guitar and soft drumbeats,
Folk,
Rock,
Country,
Romantic,
Sultry,
A dash of eternal,
Her voice washes over my ears,
Everlasting tones of dulcet caramel butter of the heart,
A magic place and time that was,
As I watch the video that is an echo,
An almost,
That could never match the richness,
Of actually being there,
Softness and yearning,
Every swaying phrase.
Her name is Linda,
And it's my joy to be haunted,
A memory that can never be again.
Sing,
Songbird,
Sing,
I wish you could sing again.
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By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 08/27/2025
Author's Note: Ode to Linda Ronstadt