How could you not know I
loved you? For it was always
in my eyes, in every touch and
in every polite embrace we've ever
had. It was in all the hello's and
all the goodbye's I've ever spoken,
Could you not hear the pounding
of my heart and see the soaring
of my spirit? How could you not
know I love you? I have asked
that question a thousand times.
If you are ever to love me, it must
be now, For it is nearly the end
of my time, when the shadow of
the trees grow long and then...
and then appears no more.
© Joe Fazio
(brief renderings) Joe Fazio
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/listen-to-my-muted-words-of-love/
