I have a great deal to say,
Yet, the words trip over my thoughts.
Why is that?
Because, what I have to say,
Doesn’t come from my thoughts.
What I have to say,
Doesn’t come from words.
It comes from what I FEEL.
There are no words describing what I feel.
So, when I am quiet,
Don’t ask what am I thinking.
Ask what am I feeling.
Let me touch you,
Let me hold your hand.
And, you will know, too.
There are no words for this.
Only a smile, and a touch.
Yet, the words trip over my thoughts.
Why is that?
Because, what I have to say,
Doesn’t come from my thoughts.
What I have to say,
Doesn’t come from words.
It comes from what I FEEL.
There are no words describing what I feel.
So, when I am quiet,
Don’t ask what am I thinking.
Ask what am I feeling.
Let me touch you,
Let me hold your hand.
And, you will know, too.
There are no words for this.
Only a smile, and a touch.
Peter J Quandt