I love words.
They shape, form,
define, refine, divine
reality.
Nothing’s real until the word exists.
Catullus and his rage and his lust
Disintegrate into dust
But for his words.
His passion lives.
Hippocrates and Jesus
Byron and Einstein
Survive, revive, alive
Because of their words.
Words endure.
What is love if you cannot speak it?
So save your affections….
Instead, give me the words.
And when the emotion is long gone,
I will still have your words.
Even without you.
Words are forever.
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 10:15 AM UTC
I love words.
They shape, form,
define, refine, divine
reality.
Nothing’s real until the word exists.
Catullus and his rage and his lust
Disintegrate into dust
But for his words.
His passion lives.
Hippocrates and Jesus
Byron and Einstein
Survive, revive, alive
Because of their words.
Words endure.
What is love if you cannot speak it?
So save your affections….
Instead, give me the words.
And when the emotion is long gone,
I will still have your words.
Even without you.
Words are forever.
