Love for Granted?
Thinking to ourselves that he or she will always be there.
Assuming they will always know and feel your love for them.
Taking each moment like clouds on a rainy day.
Or seashells along the shorefront.
Love is a funny thing.
Can we express it all before it's too late?
Listening...
Are you listening to me?
Can you hear my cries?
I see you nod your head in acknowledgement.
Yet I gather no comfort there.
Am I asking too much?
Are you giving too little?
Or is this what they call the Game of Life?
Poems
By:
Beryl Berry
Copyright
©1998-2008
