A.L.

I’d soak myself in blinded reason

Only to be absolved of her love;

Those contoured lines

The perfect frame

And gentle disposition

Give way to my curiosity

And breed in me the seed of desire.

I’d confess myself of a thousand lies

And suffer more pain than I am to endure

For her sweet, sweet voice

Her calm satisfaction

Of herself and the world around

Absent minded of a dreamer’s wish.

I’d cast off the transgressions

Of so many who’d vouch to succeed her;

By the direction she would lead

The ends of the earth to which she frolics

I would follow without question

And my soul would pant for her touch

If only I knew that her love is meant for

Another.



1/11/07