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He mentioned that a poem had come to him And as he walked he heard the words within To write it down would be his only task Elated - it was more than she could ask She waited, then, for him to send along The words that came to him as in a song She felt a glow of pride that he would care Enough to write it down so she could share And so the task of waiting she began While glowing in her thoughts about the man Anticipation clouded her with doubt And she began to whine and cry and shout But in her heart the light did not grow dim She knew that soon the words would come from him And everytime he mentioned of the rhyme She glowed with pride that he would spend the time Then saddened when he said he'd changed the words For these were thoughts she knew she had not heard Yet in her heart the joy grew deeper still For all the hours he spent were of his will And though she yearned to read the words of rhyme His love was felt because of all his time And everytime he said he's written more The sense of all his caring made her soar So now she found confusing thoughts within Was it the poem or the process made her grin? For she found the longer time was spent on words The more she felt the love she hadn't heard She visioned, now, the image as he toiled To find the proper words -- no rhythm spoiled The caringness of gesture made her glow With visions of him seeking words that flow And the longer that he struggled at the task The more she saw the man behind the mask For all the unsaid love he'd often shown Was being focused now into that poem She knew, with love, the pages would arrive A poem formed in love with words alive A poem filled with loving thoughts and time A poem filled with love amongst the rhyme | December 28,1997© 1997 |