(The tune running through my head when I wrote this poem was “If” by Bread – see below)
If words were all I had to use,
No one could comprehend,
How glad I am that I can choose
Some time, with you, to spend.
The time goes by, without a word,
As if it shouldn’t stay;
It’s just as if we’d never heard
What other people say.
And if I seem a little quiet,
I am smothering the riot
In my soul.
But words are not the only way
To show you that I care;
So if I love you one more day,
I hope you’ll find that fair:
Cause time has such a cruel streak,
When tearing souls apart;
But you will never feel as weak
With me, within your heart.
(written in 1975)