Somehow, Some Day, Some Time Poem by Denis Martindale

Each time I look upon her face,
I still see something new...
Another wisdom to embrace,
Another point of view...
Her eyes still twinkle now and then
To take my breath away,
Yet when I try to speak again,
I can't think what to say.
I blurt things out quite suddenly,
The silences to break...
That's when she really stares at me,
As if there's some mistake.
I didn't ask to be this shy,
So awkward when she's near...
What magic potion can I buy
To finish off this fear?
Perhaps she's not that special one,
Or is that some excuse?
Another lie that's newly spun,
Like those who sing the blues?
And yet I feel there's something more
If I just played it cool...
And yet it's hard to know the score,
When love makes you a fool.
Each time I look into her eyes,
My heart begins to sigh...
As if she were the perfect prize,
And losing her, I'd die...
If that's not love, I'll let her go.
I'll crucify my heart
And let my feelings overflow...
And watch them all depart...
If that's not love, let courtship end,
Let all my hopes subside,
No more to call her my best friend
Or hope she'll be my bride...
But if it's love, forever true,
Exquisite and sublime...
God help me tell her, 'I LOVE YOU! '
Somehow, some day, some time...