I saw him standing in the shadows by. .
. . LOVE hidden in his heart. . LOVE , as an unsaid word, did rest upon his tongue . LOVE, as a quiet smile, did play upon his lips . LOVE, as a patient wait, did live the moments by . a wait, for the moment, right. A wait, for the proper words. A wait ,for the winds to cease a Wait, for the lights to die.. . . . And an Eternal wait. . . The moment, that never came the words, that were never said In Silence, tears were shed. . Though, Little did he know. . Spoken, he had, of Love. . .In those Silent tears, in those, Unspoken words in those, moments of wait he had Spoken of Love as much as I never could have, ever put in a poem . Yet, She hadn't seen him there. . She hadn't seen him Cry His words, Unsaid, Un heard His Love, Unfelt, Unshared . Standing in the shadows there. . .As moments went slowly by ..I saw him Live and Die . .A little, .By and By. . . (dedicated to a friend.)