Saturday, March 31, 2012


If I find the words, I will put them in a poem
But don’t wait.
They will never come in time to tell you
I feel them there, hovering on the fringe
But don’t wait
Because each time I reach out, they are gone.
Touch, smell and hearing all combine
And I still can’t seem to know.
Please don’t wait
For if you do, you may miss the simple truth
You may miss the knowing.
Don’t wait
Just simply understand,
I love you.
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