The Word Poem by Mike Snow

I have never asked much,
From any in this life.
Not from friend, lover,
Enemy or wife.

I have stood my ground,
And fought my fights.
Enjoyed lifes victories,
Its sins, and its delights.

The defeats have bowed me,
And have oft turned my head.
But I`ve learnt from lessons all,
At least, that`s what I`ve said.

Now I sit before you,
Enslaved by this ageless game.
The words nailed to my tounge,
The minate I hear your name.

So speak them will I not,
And bury them in my thoughts.
But I fear that my actions,
Will bring this all to nought.

These words that I would speak,
Are oft and much misused.
But dare I even think to utter,
these words, I love you?

(© M.Snow 2007)