This is "Love of Words." What do you think of it?
She told me tales, allegoric of this truth disclosed:
A year ago, a years-on friend who suddenly proposed!
A fear to know, she laughed at pining love left unopposed.
Too near to go, the spurning act built fences all enclosed.
A warning then, that I should not let my love be exposed.
I have a need -- "Will you marry me?"
Of tales I know distrust.
Love is free --
But strings and chains we bust.
I need to ask -- "Will words speak for me?"
I spoke the twain, made mocking promises to wear the yoke;
and now for her, the sacred vow has turned to silly joke.
She spoke the twain, unlaughing as she spurned me with a poke;
And now for me, the sacred cow has burned to wily smoke.
The walls of ice, the bleach-white cinder blocks are all now broke!
I have a need -- "Will you marry me?"
My words have gone to dust.
Words are free --
I write because I must.
I need to ask -- "Can words speak for me?"
This poem is published twice--once by the National Library of Poetry, and again in my anthology, Mangled Doves.
http://www.amazon.com/Mangled-Doves-Todd-Mikosh/dp/0557301807/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1271219674&sr=8-1