Love Song

Love Song prose poem

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If I could write you a love song, I’d do it.
Sitting in this cool, silent cabin,
Watching through a window framed by
Pines, the afternoon as it ages and dies,
I’d spin a melody in notes tender and
True enough to make the angels cry.

I think of you, always with longing, and a
Heart aching for what-could’ve-been,
What I daily pray will be. And I tell myself,
“If only I could set love to music, paint it
In poetry of unsurpassed beauty, then ….”
Then … what? I’m not sure I know.

If my song were a ‘plaint, the cry of love
Given begging for love returned, it
Would be a tinny tune, falling oh
So flatly on the ear. Anybody can write
A song like that. The only note in those
Kinds of songs are an endless mi, mi, mi.

Still, if I’m honest, I can’t deny thinking,
As others lavish me with affection,
How golden life would be, if it were you
Here loving me. No, I won’t deny that.
I’ve been a lot of things to you, not all
Of them good, but I won’t lie that way.

Still, if you could trust me now, just for
A minute—now, as night creeps over
These forested hills – you’d understand
That, tonight, I’d only like to tell you,
In words and melody too sublime to be
Disbelieved, “I love you. I do love you.”

If I had tune enough and lyrics enough,
Could I touch your heart? Would you
Hear beyond the words that’ve become
All but meaningless? Could you
Listen through expected sentiment to
Hear the living, beating heart beneath?

I really don’t know. If you don’t know
I’m speaking to you, how can you hear
My song? (If I wrote one.) But God is
The Father of mercy; redemption is His
Specialty. Maybe, someday, He’ll teach
Me to write my song, and you to hear it.

Until then, I’ll love you in silence, or speak
The words I have, even if you hear
The words only and miss the music that’d
Bring them to life, fill them with glorious
Power, and sing my love song to your soul.
If I could write you a love song, I’d do it.

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Kathy DiSanto

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Kathy’s publishing career dates back to 1997, when she published a two-book romance series with Bantam’s Loveswept line. The first book in the series, For Love or Money, won a 1997 Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice Award.In 2012, Kathy self-published two thrillers. Amanda’s Eyes, the first book in a series featuring crime reporter A.J. Gregson, is a paranormal thriller that has garnered a 4.4★ average on Amazon and was a semi-finalist in Kindle Book Review’s 2014 Best Kindle Book Awards. Her second thriller, Why Live?, is dystopian science fiction.Current projects include the sequel to Amanda’s Eyes, remixes of her two romance novels, and posts to her blogs Write Minded (on the writing life) and Momma D’s Diary (a humorous look at aging and retirement).As a communications specialist with a major university, Kathy wrote more than one hundred features for print and the web. Now retired and writing full-time, she enjoys meditation; reading; live performances by her sons (both professional musicians); brisk walks with her rescue dogs, Molly and Lucy; and playing handy gal around her 92-year-old, foursquare home in Martinsburg, WV.
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