As a young man I can well recall
I found it easy, without question
To speak the words: “I love you”

These days I rarely utter them
I see I have become more wary
With each accumulating year

Though whether of other people
Or of the full meaning of the word
I really cannot say

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on March 18, 2013, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. I guess it comes with the territory. 😉


  2. I feel the same that’s why I hardly write love poems and those I do write don’t ring true to me. You expressed my feelings very well.


  3. And yet, I love you for this Ben.
    Also, I promise to keep you updated. 🙂


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: