I could see that she could see <br />what she called love and gave to me. <br /> <br />Calendars she gave to me and diaries of days <br />With love mapped out on every page <br />what she called love and gave to me. <br /> <br />And as each day in turn rolled by <br />with every tryst we did comply. <br /> <br />In time my love increased in passion <br />while her love she began to ration <br /> <br />and as the seasons did unfold <br />my heart in time in love enrolled. <br /> <br />Then she grew tired of duplicity <br />recalled her love, ’said goodbye to me. <br /> <br />Now I can see what she could see <br />what she called love and gave to me. <br /> <br />And I look back at that happy when <br />knowing now what she knew then<br /><br />Sean Joyce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-she-called-love/
