Just Words (Sonnet 23) Poem by Larry Lynn

How many moments spent on talk are lost
when friends and lovers turn away with scorn
from those with whom their hearts and lives were crossed
by fated stars from which their loves were born?
True friends and lovers must remember that
when minds and bodies share a common ground,
they speak in formal discourse or just chat
about great oaks, or acorns on the ground.
For, neither one is like the other's twin
and more to them than mere biology;
they must be willing to let others in
to share themselves with each in harmony.
Let each philosophize, both great and small
the topics each knows well or not at all.