Why is there
no shame
In
sighing and speaking aloud
To
all who may listen
Of my
love for you bright…
Why
does every word
Spoken casually by you
In
passing, become special
And
fill me so with delight…
Why
do thoughts of you
Involved in mundane routines
Living in a world afar
Bind
me to you more tight…
Winds
that blow around me
Are
not filled with your fragrance
And
yet, why do I feel
As if
they speak of your plight…
I
seek no real answers
I
need no comforting rejoinders
I do
this constant questioning
To
simply keep your image in sight…
