Sometimes

An old love poem from the youthful heart of yesteryear (I rhymed a lot more in those days)...

Is my love ever questioned?
Or is there sometimes doubt?
I’m slow with words sometimes.
Sometimes they don’t come out.

My “love you’s” aren’t that loud.
And often not enough.
Hugs can weaken sometimes.
Sometimes time together’s tough.

Don’t judge me on that strength.
Look past a muttered line.
Don’t fault me unsaid verses,
Forgotten time to time.

Words are sometimes weaker
Than a pumping heart inside.
It’s certainly not for love’s sake
That love seems to sometimes hide.

Time with you is precious.
Not always apparently so.
My “thank you’s” need some practice.
My gratitude’s too slow.

I love you in my silence.
Uttered words are sometimes cheap.
My actions and my mouth
Can sometimes seem asleep.

But my heart is ever awake.
From there you’re never away.
That’s something to never doubt.
No matter what my words will say.

3.2003