I'M AFRAID I'M NOT THE GUY (CONT.)

I'M AFRAID I'M NOT THE GUY;

THE GUY YOU HOPE TO MEET;

I FUSS AND SIGH;

MY HEART POUNDING WITH SUCH A BEAT;

I DO NOT LOVE YOU ;

BUT AT TIMES I DO;

TELL ME, AM I SUPPOSED TO;

AM I SUPPOSED TO LOVE YOU?

I HAVE FINALLY MADE UP MY MIND;

I LOVE YOU;

BUT THE LOVE WOULD BE HARD TO FIND;

BUT I HOPE YOU LOVE ME TOO.

UNABLE ARE THE LOVED

UNABLE THE LOVED TO DIE;

FOR LOVE IS IMMORTALITY;

NAY, IT IS DEITY-

UNABLE THEY THAT LOVE- TO DIE;

FOR LOVE REFORMS VITALITY;

INTO DIVINITY;

LOVE- IS ANTERIOR TO LIFE-

POSTERIOR- TO DEATH-

INITIAL OF CREATION, AND;

THE EXPONENT OF EARTH-

- EMILY DICKINSON

SHE HAS GONE AWAY

SHE HAS GONE AWAY WITH THE DAY;

MY LOVE HAS;

TAKEN ALL THE LIGHT COLORS;

ALL THE WHITE CLOUDS;

THE WIND REMAINS;

WITH SHADOWS AND COAL DUST;

SHE STAYED AWAY ALL NIGHT;

MY LOVE DID;

HID WITH THE SUNSET BEHIND THE DARK;

NOW I WATCH FOR HER AT MY WINDOW;

ON DIFFERENT DAYS;

WATCH UNTIL THE NIGHT RETURNS.

- HY SOBILOFF

ONCE I LOVED

ONCE I LOVED THE WIND AS IT BLEW;

DOWN FROM THE MOUNTAINS OVER THE LAND.

ONCE I LOVED THE TOUCH OF THE SUN;

ALMOST AS MUCH AS THE TOUCH OF A HAND.

AND ONCE I LOVED THE SMELL OF THE SEA;

THE FEEL OF THE WAVES ROLLING OVER ME.

SEA AND SAND, AIR AND SKY;

ONCE I LOVED, ONCE I LOVED.

ONCE I LOVED ALL GOD'S THINGS;

THAT GROW ON EARTH AND COVER THE LAND.

AIR AND SKY, SEA AND SAND;

ONCE I LOVED, BUT NEVER 'TILL NOW.

POEM WITHOUT A VOCAL SOUND

I WANTED TO WRITE YOU SOME WORDS;

WORDS SO ALERT THEY'D LEAP FROM THE PAPER;

AND CRAWL UP YOUR SHOULDER AND LIE BY YOUR EARS;

AND BE THERE TO COMFORT YOU OVER THE YEARS.

BUT IT WAS CLOUDY THAT DAY AND I WAS LAZY;

AND SO STAYED IN BED JUST THINKING ABOUT IT.

I WANTED TO WRITE YOU AND TELL YOU THAT MAYBE;

LOVE POEMS FROM LOVERS ARE UNNECESSARY.

WE ARE WHAT WE FEEL AND WRITING IT DOWN;

SEEMS FOOLISH SOMETIMES WITHOUT A VOCAL SOUND.

BUT I SPENT THE DAY DRINKING COFFEE, THINKING;

AND LOOKING IN THE MIRROR PRACTICING MY SMILE.

I WANTED TO WRITE YOU ONE LAST, LONG LOVE POEM;

THAT SAID WHAT I FEEL ONE FINAL TIME.

NOT COMPARING YOUR EYES AND MOUTH TO THE STARS;

BUT TELLING YOU ONLY HOW I LIKE YOURSELF YOU ARE.

BUT BY THE TIME I THOUGHT, FOUND A PEN;

 PUT THE PEN TO INK, THE INK TO PAPER;

YOU WERE GONE.

AND SO THIS POEM CAN NOT BE READ ALOUD.

PI

NOW THERE IS AN ANCIENT GREEK LETTER;

AND I THINK NO OTHER IS BETTER;

IT ISN'T TOO TALL;

IT MIGHT LOOK VERY SMALL;

BUT IT'S DIGITS GO ON FOREVER.

I'M AFRAID I'M NOT THE GUY

I'M AFRAID I'M NOT THE GUY,

THE GUY YOU HOPE TO MEET,

I FUSS AND SIGH,

MY HEART POUNDING WITH SUCH A BEAT,

I DO NOT LOVE YOU,

BUT AT TIMES I DO,

AM I SUPPOSED TO,

AM I SUPPOSED TO LOVE A YOU,

I HAVE SEEN SOMEONE MORE CARING,

AND I KNOW HE'S THE ONE,

HE BEARS SUCH A BEARING,

AND NOW I CAN SAY I'M DONE