Missive

You should have stayed longer to know me more It is time that makes love and not our hearts For we are but discoverers, and nothing more You left too quickly and stayed too long. Should I Convince you now that your other world is different That your former wisdom insufficient for the trip People commit to grow, and if together The hate of time will slowly fall apart, the mist Of morning if it clears now Shall show nothing but the shattered glass of vows I do not use words loosely nor in excess I only say I love you with words fully dress To carry connotations and context to an infinite end Love is immortal, and I write things my oral way The gesticulated discourse a stitched flag of meaning How can you learn so much so far away What dumb dictionary can dictate the desires of the heart Perhaps if you had not lingered so long to come Blank pages would not be brilliant and simple art dumb I am too small to be any finer torn apart.