There was little indication in her face
That my feelings for her were mirrored in her heart;
Intensity of feeling grew apace,
No greater display of affection could I impart.
And this decision to quell my love's only the start,
Never's a broken heart been mended with such grace.
I pray still-- I hope still-- that the day 'll arrive
When my arms become her cocoon, when I become alive.
For, now, I'm dying a slow, merciless death
As I think of her, her beauty, her being,
Even her name, sweet name, the softest breath,
With her returned love what a loving soul she'd be freeing,
Though, for now, her acceptance continues fleeing,
And I'm left like this, reduced to walking this earth like a wraith:
But walk I shall,-- patience!-- walk to and fro
As my love and my passion steadily, ah, grow.
O! hear her light laughter, she's teasing,-- she's teasing!--
But, bless my gentlemanly heart, I have no reaction.
Sometimes I wish my heart were now freezing,
Instead of effecting a dramatically opposite action.
I think I shall always fall victim to dissatisfaction,--
(Though even her rejections are always pleasing)--
And although I really have no time to mourn,
Still I yearn-- (still I yearn!)-- for her feelings, as yet unborn.
But, no tears, no, no more tears
(At least for now, it's safe to say),
For I am no stranger to these base fears;
I'm passive enough to give them their day.--
Though the weeping fit will strike my anyway,
I hope no one (especially she) hears.
This is a testament to my passions unchecked:
That she may know I love her, in every respect.
Author notes
Yes, this is a poem I'd written over seven years ago, when I was a mere pup of twenty-three. Although I've grown out of the affection I'd had then, I still like this piece, and it sadly still applies to a current situation. The rhyme scheme, in particular, makes me swell with pride; it was a good exercise to say the least.
Please enjoy, and thanks!
- Giovanni
Written June 1st, 1996
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Apparently not fantastic and wonderful enough.
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excellent
I could feel the difference in this piece from the start, but had thought you were trying on a different "voice"...until I read your author's notes. Sad that you find yourself again in a situation in which this becomes a mirror for these sad longings. I think you have good reason for being proud of this piece. It surprises me to learn the age at which you wrote it...it seems to possess more maturity than that. I particularly love the imagery of arms becoming a cocoon. Although I enjoyed this very much, I prefer your current style....perhaps I am biased. Thanks for sharing this wonderfully poignant poem.
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Beautiful! Completely inspiring & wonderful...
Every line holds so much emotion, it flows perfectly...Enjoyed this so very much...This is Fantastic....
~angella
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