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...