Lost Love Poem ~ Too Late
by Michael C. LaPlaca

Too Late

When you asked me why I loved you,
I never answered.
I could never find a way to tell you
all the things that make you so wonderful.
Nor could I tell you how beautiful you were those mornings,
No matter how little makeup you had on
I couldn't stop staring into your eyes.
I could never tell you how when we held each other,
I was the one that felt the safest.
Nor could I say how I always took a deep breath of your hair
just to smell last night's shampoo.
I could never tell you how your heart,
that once loved me, gave me so much warmth.
So much warmth I could go to sleep
knowing someone loved and cared about me.
Nor could I tell you how your smile warmed my heart.
And now it's too late to tell you'
It's too late to stare in your beautiful eyes the same way,
Or feel your arms wrapped around me.
It's too late to smell your sweet hair,
Or feel that same warmth in your smile.
Now I toss and turn at night thinking of you,
And now my own heart is lonely and cold.
I wish I let you know how wonderful you really are before,
Before it was too late'