You Don'T Even Poem by Lynn Grassette
You Don'T Even
You don't even know
The coldness of the snow,
How time can stop and slow,
And that loves comes and goes.
You don't even see
The great that we could be;
I could fill your wants and needs
With warmth and certainty
You don't even hear
The songs that I’ve prepare;
The notes perfectly clear.
Instead they disappear
You don't even feel
The heart that’s unconcealed,
A touch when it is real,
The faith that rightly heals
You don't even know
How I feel when you go
If for once you'd take it slow
Yes than, you might just know
But dear I know
You might not ever know
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5/3/2024 8:04:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Sometimes that divide is just to wide to cross. This is a fine piece of poetry on a classic theme. You've kept it all well under control - resisted the temptation to make it too complex or to adorn it too ornately - and managed thereby to get your message across clearly. You also display a sensitive, poetic understanding and insight in this that bodes very well for the future: 'knowing' the 'coldness of the snow' takes more understanding than many would suspect. You set the scene very well with that and maintain the standard to the end. Good work Lin. jim