Listening to every heart
You Think, You Thought
You think I can just unleash out loud all of my inner feelings
like I do when I sit down and put my paper under pen,
it irritates me that you arenít right, you donít know when
to stop asking me to explain, and I end up lost and reeling.
You think itís easy for me to explain certain ways I suffer
when I desire ever so, a fine artist of words to be;
you have always thought that itís so effortless for me
ah, from rejection slips my dreams are my only buffer.
You thought ďShe puts material out for her Forum friends,
and from me she hides her innermost, silent thoughts.Ē
Darling, I donít think you can never, ever be taught
that posting on the Forum is only a means to an end.
You think Iím romantic, you donít know the reality:
how love words get caught up too fast in my mind,
how my love for you makes me foolish, and blind,
how my throat closes on my words of love, in totality.
I know youíve had doubts, and thought ďIím losing her,Ē
and that is ever so far from what Iím trying to do;
I love my poetry and prose, but not as much as I love you.
So darling, in poetry I say, of my love you can be sure.
So quit your thinking all of these foolish thoughts, dear
and bring your warm arms and smiling eyes over to me,
instead of having me utter the words, gaze into my soul and see
that I will survive, forever and tomorrow, as I abide right here.
24 August, 1999
Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow