Does she want me to write a poem about her?
I would drop all my epics, discourses, and sojourns
and write a thousand poems about her,
for the world is weak without strong hearts.
Her’s may not be mine in deepest love,
but her heart has been mine enough for me to care.
If we were the only two here right now,
it would be easier,
but no less joyous.
If she asked, then would I write about her with the same desire?
Perhaps, and yet she holds back,
so my desire for her is secure.
Living in each other’s minds
in different ways, perhaps,
while reality, ever ironic, takes a different course altogether...
Does she look for a poem about her from me?
I can only hope yes, for, you see
there are a thousand poems for her still in my heart,
aching, aching to be set free.





Yes, one cannot fulfill one's own heart, no matter how hard one tries... and thank you for being there for me in such ways, as I endeavor to be for you.





{stands & cheers wildly} BRAVO!!! ENCORE!!! SUSTAINED STANDING OVATION!!! HOMAGE!!! Just beautiful, Wayne...
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