Before The Lines Poem by Robert J Meyer

I'll take a flier and think I understand this. If I do. Then this is a rather simple expression of consuming love. If there is such a thing. I can't imagine a more restrained plea emotionally accompanied by a dynamic plea intellectually. I hope this lover reads National Geographic and not Cosmo. Whatever she reads, this desperate lover needs Byron. To read, not write. He can already do that. GW62