I’ll tell you why

I'll tell you why,
I don't rub paint onto canvas
I don't take a chisel to stone
I don't drink for oblivion
I don't take strolls in parks.

There is no other image so imaginable
No monument in stone,
No reason for blotting you out,
No search for a refined soul.
This is full reason why.

I write instead to hold you.
To draw you to my life,
To sculpt you in loose loves verse.
And satiate my longing,
I write, to say I love you.

© 2018 Christopher Thompson  Written in England