I would have written you a love poem

I would have written you a love poem
but the words are wasted, they've been cut and pasted
a billion time before, I want something more
than what I can put into a metaphor or word
to just be soon forgot, more than a fleeting thought
that will one day be mocked, called absurd
when you move on, are called to prove on another stage
that you can still burn, that the Catherine Wheels turn
when you need them to, fire that shadows your couer rage.
And I don't want to be another disquieting memory.
No, that's not nearly good enough for me.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

People asked me if I wrote something for Valentine's Day. Well, not until now. Don't be put off by the seeming darkness of the piece. It's not dark. It's about someone looking to say more than words alone can frame. Any dolt can yell "I love you" from the highest steeple...but, people, yelling a lie doesn't make it true.