I Know, I know, I know
'I know, I know, I know, ' you softly say.
But, how can I be sure you understand
My depth of love? From you what will convey
Assurances to me, that when we stand
Alone, we two; I whisper in your ear
Equivalent soft-spoken words, I'll know
That you will comprehend that what you hear
Is uttered from my soul? Not just a flow
Of idle praise but, solemn words that mean
That unrelenting, pounding, lonely heart
Of this, perhaps, most foolish man, unseen
Behind a mask of practiced calm, that part
Of me that dies a little more each day,
By longing for your kiss on lip and brow,
Has had to speak or break; has had to say,
What lies so heavely therein. The vow
So long withheld from you, of silent love,
Is broken, breached, confessed, oh yes, its true.
My penance paid, now truth, and God above,
Forgive my sin, my sin of loving you.
I speak without reproof, deceit or guilt.
My burden of existence is no more.
My wounds, unhealed from long held silence, built
The weakened structure of this man. To shore
My mental framework, give me peace of mind,
I plead you this, my dear, please hear my prayer.
If love's responce to me is disinclined
And, I have lost love's grace, I won't dispair
Denied your love from me, if you can find
Naught else but this, I pray you please be kind.
(Rhymed Iambs)
poem by Lynn W. Petty
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