Lise …
What can I capture of you?
The visions I call here before me
defy words to capture them whole.
Brown eyes and a strength like Gibralter,
a heart of compassion, thru and thru.
I want to say something of loving you
but my feelings are all that come through.
These dark eyes and the flickering candles
and the warmth of your skin melting on mine.
The frost of your Gallic composure
and the ache of your mother’s heart showing through.
But I cannot capture you here clearly;
that your strength and compassion are one,
and that the woman who now bends to caress me
is also my friend with a will of iron.
gallagher
10 April 1985
- at Lise’s
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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