Original Poems

The Telling

My love for Her is very great
Within my heart it’s swelling;
And yet, it loses all it is
And more, then, in the telling

I try to put it into words
And so convey the feeling;
But like a bird, it flies away,
As though there was no ceiling

So to contain this cherishing.
And now, at last, I fear
No words I have can make you see
My Love the way
I see her

2 thoughts on “The Telling

Leave a Reply