Bobette Bryan's Poetry
Lovers
I wrote you sonnets
and little songs to sing
about fluttering breasts,
and nightingales,
and Cupid's arrow in a sling.
And there's still so much
that my heart yearns to say,
but the words get lost
beneath the stones
along the way.
Now I'm too weary
to take up wings,
and I lack the passion
to conjure a bird
who sweetly sings,
but my heart is still true
and my vision remains clear:
I still love you,
and want you,
and need you here.
My words may falter
or be far off the mark,
with no roses, or stars
or wandering larks,
but I still see two lovers
embracing in the dark.
© 2010 Bobette Bryan
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