Love

If I could love,
The one...I wanted to.
If I could feel,
The want...in what I do.

If I could look,
Deep, down within his eyes.
And study there in depths,
Real things...with no surprise.

If I could see him touch me tenderly,
And to know...I care.
That both his life and mine,
Has something we could share.

To do for me because he loved,
Would bring a smile.
So much...that I could hold to life,
And treasure moments all the while.

If I could know this kind of love,
I would not turn away and weep.
But in a place within my heart,
I would...this love forever keep.

E.P. 1908 - 1989