Sunday, October 15, 2017
talk of love
Everyone you see, you say to them "Love me."
Of course you do not do this out loud:
Someone would call the cops.
Still, though, think about this,
This great pull in us to connect.
Why not become the one
Who lives with a full moon in each eye
That is always saying,
With that sweet moon
What every other eye in this world
Is dying to
We all have a need be loved
To feel loved
To experience touch
To know that someone cares that we are there
And cares that we are gone
We seek to “hear” of love in so many way
And so we smile and talk
And yet perhaps the way to
Stumble upon that which we seek
Is not to say (silently of course)
In the depth of our soul, “Love me”
To each person we meet….
“I love you”