Whaddya do when
The desire of your heart
Is far away
And does not even know
You had a vision
Because she will only know
When she receives the same
Message.
If that is to come at all.
For the heart must be won
Before the word is spoken.
"Love the one you're with,"
said the Still man from NOLA.
But what is love?
Not possession, domination
And abandonment
Of body or soul .. or both.
"Love is gentle, love is kind"
Love is never being blind
But aware with care to share
The ups, downs, and easy rides
To stand beside whatever betide
To hear the heartbeat
An echo of your own.
And so you ask
How great a task
How many days
But then you gaze in the mirror
And though you are nearer
You're still in training
Or rather being molded
And given the tools
That only fools
Would fail to see
We're an absolute must
Before one could trust
That you had what it took
To write in down in the Book
And the other as well
Had to grow for a spell
To ever believe
There was no need to grieve
And there's air to be breathed
And a life full of giving
From the love you'd receive.
Dedicated to Susan Flanakin [07-27-79 -- 05-22-02]
