If eyes roll
In the forest
Would a tree
Keel over
From ennui?

Virginia Giglio May 2019

Every now and then I write a poem. I’ve lost a lot of them, but I can find some of them and am going to start posting them here. I will be sure to categorize them as poetry so that they can be pulled up all at once.

Here’s a starter….

What is Love?

When all else is gone,

When you can’t hear the song,

And you must close your eyes,

Something in you cries

“It’s me! I’m here!”

In a place without fear,

It’s the voice of love,

Sweet as heaven above.

Love is you, the real you,

When all else is through.

Virginia Giglio – February 2019