I wrote a hundred poems, <br />to the woman I loved. <br />Seventeen years later, <br />she told me that she'd <br />only loved me that first year <br />after we were married. <br />For sixteen years she kept her silence <br />of not telling me. <br />It's difficult to write of love <br />Anymore. <br />Even now, when I have a woman <br />that says she loves me back. <br />I think of songs...'I thought <br />you loved me, you said, you loved me, <br />we planned together, to love forever...' <br />(Nat King Cole...A Blossom Fell) <br />Melancholy tunes...'Where are you? <br />Where have you gone without me? <br />I thought you cared about me...' <br />or...'I'm A Fool T o Want You...' <br />or 'What's New? How is the world treating you? ' <br />Sinatra could make you feel sooo alone. <br />One day, not too far away... <br />I'll sit down and it'll <br />pour out of me... <br />This love for you... <br />and you alone... <br /> <br />P.S. It never happened. She lied.<br /><br />david lessard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-hundred-poems-2/
