Honea Path, SC USA
Must I say it?
You read my poetry
Knowing itís for you.
Asking when I will answer my own question
And tell you how I feel.
You know how hard this is for me,
Yet you still ask.
Couldnít you feel it in my caress,
My hands gliding over your body,
Massaging every part of you.
The tender touch of love.
Didnít you see it in my eyes
The day you made love to me on that rock?
The words, pursed on the edge of my lips
So close to being voiced,
Yet sitting unspoken.
Donít you read these words every day?
Telling you how I feel,
What I fear.
Others can see what you inspire,
As hard as it is for me to say,
I know that I will.
Thereís nothing that I wouldnít do
To show you my heart.
Even if I have to say the words
I love you.
It matters not how strait the gate;
How charged with punishments the scroll;
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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