Lora Colon (26 September 1944 / Missouri - United States)
Never have I loved before
With such burning desire;
Never has anyone stirred in me
This rage of living fire
You've chained my lonely heart to yours
And placed it in a shrine;
But it's a chain of light and dreams
That binds your heart to mine
You won my heart so tenderly,
Like a knight from days of old;
If love were visible to your eyes,
What wonders you'd behold!
But do the words I speak suffice -
Do they define my intent?
Is there a language I have to learn
That angels have yet to invent?
Or shall I dare to ask a favor
Of the robin or the wren?
Out of pity, will they speak for me,
Out of joy, will they sing again?
You're the miracle I've waited for,
The prayer that was finally heard;
If you don't know how I feel by now,
Then there simply are no words
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