Between the Lines

I sought the words for you, my lovely dear, to live in lines of melodious hue, especially chosen for eye and ear, in hopes they’d ring so glorious, so true. I fear, my love, such words do not exist. These truths reside outside the realm of words. Instead, these tender feelings do persist between the lines, or in the songs of birds. In life, as in verse, does meaning not lie outside visible lines of daily life where things that matter do not meet the eye? So, let’s pierce these lines with the sharpest knife. In the space betwixt when my heart will beat, someday, somewhere, between the lines we’ll meet.