This love is so new ---
on a rose, a drop of dew
that needs protection
from scrutinization
This love makes me spin.
That line is so thin
that I'm walking
I feel like balling.
This love is so strong ---
who knows if it will last long?
I can't shut out the past,
but I ask: can it last?
This love brought on a new light,
so strong I stay up the night ---
wondering if it fits me,
knowing I want and need thee.
You question as vehemently as I.
Your questions raise me high.
And I dash me down ---
am I but a clown?
Please give me time, my love,
nothing else to think of ---
it may be a fantasy of mine,
but I hope to make it reality in line.
Helen O'flarity
september 17, 78
written at my apartment
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —