By Paul Creighton, Army
Writing Type: Poem
What knowing you has meant to me.
And I am not so deaf that I cannot hear
The beat of my heart as you draw near.
Not so dumb that I cannot tell
The whole wide world. I think you’re swell.
For my other senses I cannot say much
The one of taste, the one of touch.
But when I kiss your brow and soothe your cheek
There just aren’t words that I can speak.