By James Wallace
Date: 12 September 1999

For Kelly

I wish that I had a guitar 
here with me,
to play for you
what my heart can't
say with only words.
Somehow my hands
know how to speak 
for my soul.

And what would I tell you
that I can't with words?
That you make me feel 
as vulnerable as a little boy,
yet a man still the same?
That I wanted to make Love to you
like rolling thunder,
yet I came like a gentle rain?
That I wanted to weep
when you said "It's okay.",
instead I fumbled with my words,
a quite apology.

Still in my heart
is a B flat minor
that is crisp,
like chrism
on a childs
          face.