I Could not Say I Love you [poem]
I could not say I love you
(though I do).
To say that
I’m in love with you
would
(although so true)
some precious thing
undo.
Like saying only
wet
when asked
by strangers
pressing on
an empty crowded
station train
to show to them
the true primeval
name of nature’s
drenchful
drowning rain.
For it is more like
I in you
and
you in me
not just “in love”
but farly free
to be who we
were
[not invented]
always
meant to be.
Thusly, I can only say
that I have been
instructed by
the force above
to voice some words
which utter in
some strange and
unknown
learning curve
[divine and heavenly
underswerve]
the sacred
truth that
WE
[yes WE]
ARE
LOVE…
© 2011 Alan Morrison
The Naked Troubadour 