To Tell a Love

To Tell A Love How to tell a new love of another? In voice quicker and drier than the wind, pretending the cup shared with the former quenched no thirst from its imperfect blend? How does one recount to one's current love the loving once so fervently embraced? With glib tongue and averted eyes above, no hint that old thoughts ever be retraced? How, to a now love, does one ever speak of the gladdened days and nights freely spent basking in the warm glow of former fire's heat? With feckless words of disdain, coldly lent? How, to a true love, does one yet express an older love's truth not yet forgotten? With cotton candy lips so sweetly pressed on melting words deceitfully begotten? How does one say of an old love to new? By holding new love so tenderly near. By speaking of love's worth, so dear, so true, no word of old love finding new love's ear.