When my love is far away,
Words I write will not convey
All the thoughts a willing tongue
Would, like pearls, have neatly strung.
Yet, when she is close, I stand
Like a schoolboy, hat in hand,
Dumb, without one pretty speech
Resembing those Great Lovers teach.
Then her eyes, without a word,
Tell me that her heart has heard!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, April 4, 1950
