A Simple Plea

Now on the shore I stand by thee
As we stare lonely out to sea .
We know ourselves , or say we do ,
Though time has said we never knew .
We cannot speak and say so much ,
We dare not cry , yet long to touch .
And though we stare , we cannot see .
Time and memories block the sea .
We hold ourselves , it's not the same .
The wind is colder since we came .
We turn our heads as though to speak ,
But pride is strong and words are weak .
Now we strain for a simple plea ;
'No matter what , I still love thee .'

GREENWOLFE 1962