Now on the shore I stand by thee
As we stare lonely out to sea.
We know ourselves, or say we do,
Though time has said we never knew.
We cannot speak and say so much,
We dare not cry, yet long to touch.
And though we stare, we cannot see.
Time and memories block the sea.
We hold ourselves, it's not the same.
The wind is colder since we came.
We turn our heads as though to speak,
But pride is strong and words are weak.
Now we strain for a simple plea;
'No matter what, I still love thee.'
GREENWOLFE 1962
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-simple-plea/
