Sunday, October 16, 2011
Enamoured and More
Enamoured and more but I shall reserve;
To twilight moments in trees and on earth;
For I want you, yet you to be well and loved
- few deserve it more than you.
Enamoured and more but I have little -
To give if at all, but for stolen whispers.
Walk away, but pass me by for a kiss, first
- if but a glimpse of you, suffice.
Enamoured and more yet I cannot reach -
You are your self-proclaimed enigma -
A heart with no heart, a paradox of you
- 'tis not true: I have seen it beat
Enamoured and more, a friend I love so,
That I hurriedly not want to lose no matter
Whose wounds I want to wrap with love-gauze
And tears I want to catch.