All I Own

All I own, these words, but few,
Often not, yet meant to be true,

To speak, to write, but not in vain,
I utter in silence upon my pain.

My love, my friend, my nemesis,
With all I own, this is all there is,

A poem, written, but not in ink,
Words of love, to dream, to think.

I am but shy, yet in spirit, bold
All I own, is this heart, untold,

Whisper, shall I, in your ear?
And you can know of what I hear.

These, the words, yet unspoken,
My love, my heart is surely broken,

A love poem, I have yet to write,
Is all I own of one passionate night.

© RJVHorton 2015