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 had. <br /> <br />It was in all the hello's and <br />all the goodbye's I've ever spoken. <br /> <br />Could you not hear the pounding <br />of my heart and see the soaring <br />of my spirit? <br /> <br />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. It is nearly the end <br />of my time, when the shadow of <br />the trees grow long and thin... <br />and then appear, no more. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© Joe Fazio<br /><br />(brief renderings) Joe Fazio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-the-shadow-of-the-trees-grow-long-and-thin/
