My love may these lines afford my whispers

that fall short to grace your ears

a chance for mind’s consumption

a meager meal of  one’s deepest thoughts

so you no longer fast for words unheard

Shy is this common man’s forte

when confronted by your grace and charm

I’m neither prince nor lowly pauper

but a man placed in the vastness somewhere between

whose words fall short at opportune moments

Think not that my love is void of explanation

only that deliverance is a failure my own

for what does one say to perfection

as viewed from behind these wanting eye’s

and held close within a humbled heart

Need a man rip open his chest of gratefulness

and display the desires contained in inside

or lay bare his mind at deserving feet

so one might read his dreams from soul

and discover an endless book of hopes and dreams

How can mere words or thoughts so plenty

be put to characters on any lines

reveal the heartfelt mixed emotions

exhibit the wishes unwanted for one’s self

yet prayed for the woman in whom he believes

No not often do you hear me

when I whisper your name and thoughts

or feel the excitement when I’m near you

the warmth to heart when eye’s do meet

Please Understand

this fault is no one’s but my own

© 10-10-08

Phillip William Allen

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