Yet Words Should Wane Poem by Greg Davidson

I seek too soon to understand
As ‘neath the moon I hold her hand
And pray the thoughts I have are true
To dare to say I love her too.

At morning's rise her face I find
Has been lingering on my mind,
And through the night, or so it seems,
She's been the object of my dreams.,

Through the day I hear her sighs,
I see the sparkle of her eyes,
And sense the fragrance of her hair,
Even though she is not there.

The evening comes around once more.
My love for her I know is sure,
But in my heart, both joy and pain,
That love would grow, yet words should wane.


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