If I thought that words could say…

…but words don’t work

for they don’t kiss

or give

or laugh

or share a life; how could

they then display the depths of

all I feel for you; my love?

For words remain; printed; plain

eternally still…

but

we shall go; shall dance and

spin and one day dance with Him

well…

Though joy this be if words remain then

I shall write and I

shall write

for you

my love