Quit my tears
you waste this page
If love were a
dozen roses then
I would be loved.
If love were a
remembered occasion
or kind word
when needed
then I
would be loved.
If I found love
in a catalog
and sent it to you
Would you exchange
it for something
less true?
If I bound love
in a fragile line
Would you press it
in your Bible
till it was
out of mind?
Quit my tears
you waste this page
If love could be
cloyed into words
then I would write love.
When you were near
I felt love pass
And felt upon my heart
its impress.
And looked in your
eyes
to see your soul
And see if inside
love was whole.
But found there
less hope
than hopelessness
And found there
loves mark
impressionless.
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