love? you ask with a tremor in your voice
sitting on a park bench, I watch you read poems
that promise moonlit kisses, silently I share
your dreams to be two walking hand in hand, I know
we both wait for the special moment that roses
lose their thorns and not only wine makes us tipsy…
because you are wary I tread along friendship's path
content to listen to your sweet tales, the hope
weighing in your voice, afraid of my truth

still I hear no answer, so I kneel with a tiny box
with a shining diamond, you tell me, with a huge smile
I look at love every day you sit by my side...


on the park bench
[2012.21.5...a]