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Now that I am old and gray, my small income is too small to get by. - Steve Quiet Praise
If only you could see yourself through my eyes,
Then you'd know perhaps, you'd realize
Just how beautiful you are to me.
If only you could feel my heart beat or my passion rise
Whenever I touch you or you touch me,
Perhaps you'd realize.
I cannot say with words and ever make you understand
The many things that make me love you so.
Words, no matter how they're put, seem slight
And can't describe the love my heart can know.
Poems from this poet's pen are all in vain,
Ways of saying to no one the things I wish to say to you.
So I live each day and love each hour,
See you smile each chance I find,
And think about you when you're gone,
Leaving my trail of poems behind.
1964
Nam
Fit 'em, drill 'em
Send 'em off, kill 'em.
Haul 'em back.
Give 'em grace.
Give their wives silver pins
To take their place.
1964
If only you could see yourself through my eyes,
Then you'd know perhaps, you'd realize
Just how beautiful you are to me.
If only you could feel my heart beat or my passion rise
Whenever I touch you or you touch me,
Perhaps you'd realize.
I cannot say with words and ever make you understand
The many things that make me love you so.
Words, no matter how they're put, seem slight
And can't describe the love my heart can know.
Poems from this poet's pen are all in vain,
Ways of saying to no one the things I wish to say to you.
So I live each day and love each hour,
See you smile each chance I find,
And think about you when you're gone,
Leaving my trail of poems behind.
1964
Nam
Fit 'em, drill 'em
Send 'em off, kill 'em.
Haul 'em back.
Give 'em grace.
Give their wives silver pins
To take their place.
1964