A Love Poem

O love, you know my heart, you do,
The much that we’ve been in and through,
So many things, both great and small,
Not known at any but us two —

The nights that fly, the days that crawl:
The dreams that rise and hopes that fall,
The steps we take from way to way,
And that one thread uniting all —

For love’s forever and today:
A time to weep, a time to play,
And one to sit and mutely view
The life that springs within decay.

O love, you know my heart, you do:
And that there is no me if there’s

No you

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant