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we do not truly know love

not nearly well enough

not like love itself

knows us

love though

to man

is after all

like color to Van Gogh

its paints sketch our very souls

and place us each in touch

with the God we so long to better know

just as

man is a myriad of color himself

the myth of his heart

a canvas first so freshly touched

there are no finer adjectives to

express his universal desire

with but the advice of this lone pen

I reach for so very much

in short

the very best essence of myself

is my fortunate memory's mystifying

muse

I possess no new worth

while judgment to exchange an opportunity

all too easily dismisses excessive weight

of one's dreadfully battered excuse

which moves me to weep for all lovers

old and young....................

(Oct. 20, 1998)