To________


 

The poem I never meant to write….

 

You were old when you were born.

 

I  lied to myself all these years.

 

Never talking to you much,

 

Heart can, a traitor be, unsupervised,

 

So I will write it to you this way:

 

I do not love you; you are too young.

 

I do not love you; not that quick bright mind,

 

Not the smile in pictures of a face I never saw,

 

I do not love your wisdom or your grace,

 

I do not love you, do not love that face,

 

That might, have linked in other days,

 

Been pursued in other dreams,

 

Even to forgo the Now’s Reality,

 

NO!

 

I do not love the way you think,

 

Like some old wizard sage of old,

 

I do not love the way you show your love,

 

To all close in your hold,

 

I do not dream of you or wish

 

Things were not the same,

 

I do not love you; will not play you like a game,

 

I do not love the way you make my heart smile

 

I do not ‘love’ you at all…

 

……I LOVE YOU!

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