ON PASSING DAYS
Recited many poems
Read modern True Romances
Pored over classic tomes
And as the words of spilled forth
From music-score and page
I wondered were there any more
Theat lovers could exchange
But then it struck me forcibly
It is not words alone
That make a heart beat faster
And touch the very soul.
A sidelong glance, a steady gaze,
A smile, a laugh, a tear.
And golden silence - shared by two
Removing doubt and fear.
And I believe that this, is true
But a puzzle still remains
These self-same symptoms operate
Across the virtual planes.
You can accept or disbelieve,
Dismiss, reject, e'en scorn,
I'm satisisfied within myself
My faith in love reborn.
To state my case would take for aye
Nor have I the skill.
Suffice to say a year has gone
And love is growing still.
copyright (2000)
by Squire Denis
April 19, 2000