2004-04-22: 10:01 p.m.

Teaching To Love

I remember the love affair
We discovered on the beach.
My broken heart needed repair
And your heart was meant to teach.

I remember the clairvoyant seas
And the mist that cleansed the air.
Unfathomed were the mysteries
That dwelt in your wistful stare.

I had you close but couldn’t grasp
The thoughts that filled your head.
But still, my heart you firmly clasped
My questions remained unsaid.

To ask for a sweet, soft kiss
Seemed too great a risk to take.
But each day still passed in bliss
Deadening the nagging ache.

I had learned to read the signs
To follow what I must do.
But in destiny’s tangled design
I was not meant for you.

On that final night I spoke my part
But you were too far from reach.
I asked you to repair my heart
But you were only meant to teach.