by Walter T. Brzezinski
When I view your stone to pray,
When I drop a tear, most once a day,
When I sleep, to toss and turn,
When I hear your name, LAVERNE,
When do I lose, my love for you,
When so much , is stored from you,
When I feel, the time is right,
When I hold , my pen to write,
When it's you I hunger and seek,
When to you, I want to speak.
W. T. B.