How could you not know I
loved you? For it was always
in my eyes, in every touch and
in every polite embrace we've ever had.

It was in all the hello's and
all the goodbye's I've ever spoken.

Could you not hear the pounding
of my heart and see the soaring
of my spirit?

How could you not
know I love you? I have asked
that question a thousand times.

If you are ever to love me, it must
be now. It is nearly the end
of my time, when the shadow of
the trees grow long and thin...
and then appear, no more.



© Joe Fazio

(brief renderings) Joe Fazio

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