You described the horses
So the audience could see them.
I only loved the horses- I could not articulate.
You described the cherry cake
And a song from my childhood.
I saw the red, the village green,
Yet still I only loved.
The tasks of every day cover up frustration:
Over many years I forgot the unexpressed,
And the crowd who went unmoved,
And the phrase that went uncoined,
All forgotten till I met you.