I write to you of love
In soft, elegant prose,
Hoping to impress you
With my use of words,
And though you read the words,
You heed not their meaning.
You smile lightly
In slight appreciation,
Yet you fail to search
Deep within the words
To find my heart
Hidden behind the stanzas.
Perhaps in my longing
To find and share love,
I have placed you too highly
And have offered a gift
Beyond your comprehension.
I feel a sense of depression
Knowing you do not understand
And therefore cannot feel
The love within my prose.
Oct. 27, 1982
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