The lost days have no meaning to a man
When his heart is beguiled by the distance
His voice unable to share words of love
Yet all he yearns to say is to his love
The one that made his heart that of a man
But all he can know is in the distance
How can his heart reach out over distance
And touch the soul of the one he calls love
Instead he stays silent, the quiet man.
No man shouldn’t put a distance before love.
© JG Farmer 2015