I wish...
I wish she were here, So I could tell her what I feel, I wish she could read my poems For she knew me She understood that I wrote not about what I saw, or heard, or felt but about what I felt when I saw or when I heard. She understood. For she knew me And she would have known Reading my words she would have known About the new sweetness in my soul And how I found it and how unexpected it was, Oh yes, she would have known Sign in to see full entry.