When things are good to say
It’s good to say them
It spreads the light
Scatters dark away
On this October morning
In the sunshine
I look upon your face
And have to say
In words now borrowed
From a song I used to sing
I say again
The truest, truest thing
Words so simple
Make my heart to swell
For you are beautiful
And I have loved you dearly
More dearly
Than the spoken word can tell
Brian Fahy
4 October 2021
Erris Poetry 