He Never Said He Loved Her Poem by Kendra Tyler

He took off his saddle from his horse
And laid it on the ground
Grabbed some coffee limped to the fire
Where the boys had gathered ` round
The talk was of women, cowboy
And the deeds they had done
But when it comes to women
Hell, there was only one

She was born in East Montana
And her name was Ida Mae
He saddle up and rode away
Felt the west a callin'
From somewhere in his soul
Never really talked much about it
But she knew one day he'd go.

Of all the people that he'd known of
She was the very best
And if they'd met a different time
His wanderin' heart would rest
But wanderin' is what a cowboy does
It is his way of life.

It's hard to make a woman
And the west both his wife
It's sad he couldn't remember
If they're blue or if they're green
But damn, she had the sweetest eyes
He had ever seen

Her eyes were like the spring time
Her lips were like the dew
Her hair was like the Aspen leaves in the fall
With the sun a shinnin' through

The night got kinda of quiet
And no one made a sound
The boys were pounderin' their cowboy lives
Just starin' and toein' the ground
He never said he loved her
And kinda wonder why
He sipped his coffee stared at the fire
And tear formed in his eye.

Kendra Tyler