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 sentiments live 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.
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