Contemplation of Love
With pitter patter pulsing make.
A gentle tender to grace the heart
Forms a smile when we're apart
No 'You' or 'I', but rather 'we.'
Am I wrong to wish so blind
A love that's real, a partner kind?
But yet, I think, I should! I must!
For If I cannot completely love,
How small my life would be there of,
In poetic verse I sputter chatter
And time to tell, with future make
A friend or folly I contemplate.