For Cheryl (2/14/2006)
Too much for words,
and yet I can’t keep silent.
Though your silent embrace,
nearly more than I can bear,
is not so much as to silence me.
In my darkest hours,
my highest flights of fancy,
my deepest falls from glory,
you are there to stand by me,
to pick me up,
dust me off,
wipe away my tears.
In your embrace,
all things melt away,
too frightening to shudder,
too immense to shirk,
too cold to shiver,
too hot to sweat.
Yet you are never too much.
Paul said,
April 16, 2008 at 10:22 am
You are the ONLY hit I got when I searched on “too hot to sweat” AND “too cold to shiver” on Google on 16 Apr 2008. Congratulations.