I love you though speech-silence must remain our meeting-place
And miles we cannot travel our sole soul-sweet embrace
I love you though we’ve never met to touch, save on this stage
Of poetry; strange how a friendship forms from page to page
I love you and I miss you like a drifter far from home
How is it, soul-mates sometimes never fully meet, save in a poem?
I love you, as together far apart our hearts are stirred
To share a mystic kinship through the wonder of a word
© Janet Martin
Praying a special blessing on you today~
Thank-you for dropping by.