How could you not know I <br />loved you? For it was always <br />in my eyes, in every touch and <br />in every polite embrace we've ever <br />had. It was in all the hello's and <br />all the goodbye's I'v ever spoken. <br /> <br />Could you not hear the pounding <br />of my heart and feel the soaring <br />of my spirit? How could you not <br />know I love you? I have asked <br />that question a thousand times. <br /> <br />If you are ever to love me, it must <br />be now, For it is nearly the end <br />of my time, when the shadow of <br />the trees grow long and then... <br />appears no more. <br /> <br />© Joe Fazio<br /><br />(brief renderings) Joe Fazio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-could-you-not-know/
