How Contemnere You Are....
When you're....
On ones, own.... sometimes.
There is little else, to do.
But, dream.
It's a, lost chord.
That fills, a ........melody.
That only I, do hear.
It's a rhythm, that ........beats.
Within my heart.
So
Would I dance, to a song, you .....sing?
Would I, share ......regrets ?
Not so.
For, I've seen you,
from, the corner of my eye.
I've heard, the contemptuous,
worth, of your words.
And
Silent, now, ever.....
Is
My love.
Giajl © Jim Love