Feedback My Love Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

And when I wrote about you,
about my neverending love,
the past which saw us kiss
and never think that elsewhich mattered
that one false move would make amiss
a fantasy so sweet and so contrived
smelling of fairytale aromas and vain hope.
I thought it prudent now, perhaps not wise
to write to you in view of all those gawkers
who'd benefit from our decade old love
so, for your birthday I created ambience fit for you.

I have not heard from you but shrugged it off, okay
perhaps the medium was not fit to see the message,
although the thought is there in front of my own mirror
that nothing can and will break through that special shell.

It is protection from the ravages of what?
But what it sounds like is the armour-all of life,
once hurt we tend to keep the limbs out of the battle
I understand of course, but will you be my wife?