Poem by Terry Donovan
You know I love you but you don’t know why,
You read my verse and words are all you see,
For all we have in common is the sky.
You read my words but are you reading me?
And have you never seen between the lines,
Where words alone could never reach the mark,
Where silence with true sentiment combines
And thoughts stand out like moonbeams in the dark?
While daffodils are yellow, roses red.
Love has no colour, has no outward form,
Love can’t be seen but only felt instead.
Mere words are cold but what they say is warm.
But warmth is finite, very quickly dies
When left outside, untouched by blinkered eyes.
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