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,
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!