The Song Of She I Loved Poem by DAVID TERRY

I have heard alot
About what love is not
It is not self-serving
Reserving or undeserving
It is not selfish or rude
Even when tried and trued
It is not willing to allow
Every promise that we vow
Or compromise the heart
When it does not play the part
What it is not is falsely smiling
Cheshire cat-like or beguiling
It is not something felt only by one
Or something easily un-done
It is not about you or me
But instead about what we could be
Yet for all I’ve heard about what it isn’t
I’ve heard much more about what really isn’t
What really isn’t is what they say
When they say I do not look your way
What isn’t true is what I don’t feel
Every time I think of love surreal
Because when I picture a field all full of flowers
And envision us there just passing these hours
When I awake late at night and the very first thought
Is naught of what I think I ought
When I smile and know the reason why
Is you and as time keeps going by
I think of you more than just alot
And I have come to think that love is not
What others feel when it makes them blue
But instead is what I feel for you