Love in words? Such words are hard to find.
The right ones form behind the tongue
Then slip, like fish away from grasping hands,
And vanish, tantalising in the depths.
But fish, like love, remain
Real and Living, only well concealed.
Love in words? Such words are hard to find.
The right ones form behind the tongue
Then slip, like fish away from grasping hands,
And vanish, tantalising in the depths.
But fish, like love, remain
Real and Living, only well concealed.
At the End of the Day 