Yes, I find your looks entrancing.
Lovely, sense-intense enhancing.
Do I take the risk in chancing
One more look?
Good God, what's love in a book?
And yet there is a sensing side
For those of us who hold our pride
So very high, who try to hide
In roles we hate?
How pleasant never to mate:
Love is a quiet walk through foggy after-rain,
Thinking about him through all that you see.
(Later modification: Tracing light circles through twig matrices.)
Yet being aware of the way the world sounds when it's wet.
Things that other human beings are driven past.
Things that last.
Things that will be there when I'm dead,
A memory in someone's head.
A mortal man must hide in bed
His lonliness
When he sees his onliness.
Yes, I find your looks appealing,
Lovely, beauty-brute revealing.
Do I take the risk in sealing
What was fated
In a world where love is hated?