Poem: Communication

[meridian_rose]

Summary: How can love be communicated in such a way that the other person will accept it as the truth?


I love you, he said
Yet I could not accept that
For people lie, and besides,
I'm inadequate
Undeserving
Yet he persisted
Trying to convince me
To persuade
Assure
As if he thought me worth the effort

I would write you sonnets, he said
But words are difficult
They don't fully capture my feelings
They can only depict concepts
Form metaphors
Describe
They cannot let you feel what I feel
Cannot share how much I love you
You can read my letters
My poems
Email
But you can never experience my adoration

I would wax eloquent for hours, he said
But lyrics are trite
And a Silver-Tongued Devil
Is still a devil
A trickster
Shyster
Music can move us but it
Cannot make us hear the meaning behind
The bass and the beats
The chords
Rhythm
The sense lost in the sound

I would draw you pictures, he said
But art is subjective
The oil on the canvas
The brushstrokes
Paint
A picture of a pipe is not a pipe
Would you see the same as me
In the light and shadows
Texture and form
Image
Or think it a poor reflection of reality?

I would share my body, he said
If you would let me
Press my lips to your skin
Caress you
Embrace
I would honour your boundaries
Revel within those limits
Please you
Delight
But we are more than our bodies

I would share my thoughts, he said
If it were possible
To meld our minds
Telepathically joined
Psychic
Maybe then you could trust
That what I feel
And think
Believe
Is the truth

I love you, he said
And I could not accept that
But I'm learning to
Trying to
Shall
He will win me over
Convince me that I'm
Valuable, and important
Deserving
Loved
No-one has tried this hard before

I love you too, I said
And I saw his hesitation
Mirroring my own
Disbelieving me
Doubtful
I felt comforted, strangely
That we were both vulnerable
Uncertain, tentative
Wary
It gave me hope.

Comments

[meridian_rose]

Thank you very much :) (smile)
I wrote a first draft of this for some writing prompts a while back and, when posting, mentioned that I hoped it could be read as any gender mix and in a non-romantic sense as well as as a romantic one. As you say, it can be difficult to believe in our own self-worth and that we're are loved and are worthy of being loved. I'm glad it came across even without my notes.