Spoken Words

I have no rhyme for spoken words of love
No verses printed on a glossy card.
No hearts entwined, or feathery turtle dove
that might be taken for a cheap charade.
So shall I wait my moment, bide my time
Until you’re close enough to feel my heart,
to sense the beat, the changing paradigm
the interweaving of another part.

Yet if I wait too long you might move on
Make other patterns with somebody new.
Fall for her lines, dance to her favourite song,
sigh over hearts and flowers, as lovers do.
While I’m the one you always ask to dance
I must be careful not to miss my chance.