Experimental Poetry July 21, 1978
1:00 p.m .
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"The Language to Win You (has never been written)" 36th Cathy poem Cathy, if God were to grant me the language to win you And to teach me how to use it to win you. The words, the right ones, would help you believe He has put me here for you and vise versa. Your heart has to tell you this someday. If God were to speak to me right now. Feelings which choke me could be straightened out I know though, that this won't happen Cathy, if there were a way to win you And I could wield it's power Nothing could stop me from trying That is, unless yu told me to stop Happiness sometimes need only be measured by A realization that two people can have fun together Very often the poets call this love Even I speak of it (at certain times) Your happiness is all I care about Of course I can't please you if you don't love me Understand that I'll never stop loving you. It's too late for intellectual musings Love has captured my heart Love has been trying very hard with you Find this love someday, Cathy And you will feel good Love isn't a light switch Love is the final answer. Anything you tell me is interesting because you matter Please believe this even if I'm in a bad mood And remember sometimes your smile can lift my spirits Reality is a crutch we all walk around on That's why God invented love to make the day go better.
copyright 2001-2004 Michael F. Nyiri
