Poems

Sonnet XI: Forboding

When I said "I love you" I saw you smile
Though tim'rous uncertainty closed your throat
From sounding its own truth in selfsame style
Or spouting platitudes learned well by rote

A silence, I guessed, born of more than fear
Hearts, though true can often be divided
Loathe to speak what they would not hear:
that bounteous love cannot be requited

So off I went, though I wished not to go
My heart remained at home across the sea
The richest seed that ever I did sow
Which uncertain soil took most cautiously

Only time will tell what has taken hold
Will you say "I love you" when we have grown old?

posted by Dan Wilson @ 3:39 PM