(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

An Unmentioned Intention

If I stopped to qualify the love I felt for you...
You would not feel it as I'd wish you do!
Busy would I be describing emotions meant.
You'd see me in frustrations sent...
Explaining each line of a changing document.
Each time a change occurred,
An amendment scratched...
Attached to blur an unmentioned intention.
Replacing 'that' with yet another fact.
If I stopped to qualify this love for you...
It would keep us distant.
And you would not believe it,
If it goes unknown.
Leaving us to live alone with it not shown!

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Comments (1)

This is a loving write but underneath lies a sadness too....If one is fortunate enough to have love, just Don't let go.! ! ! ! really, a special poem with so much emotion and alot of 'read between the lines.'~~~~~marci.xo