How sudden-keen am I aware,
And never as before,
Of a radiance arising,
To shine from every pore.
Your breath alone, I’d long to feel
Its tingle on my skin,
While visions of your tenderness,
Turn butterflies within.
You are the very best I’m sure,
A man could aspire to.
No, there’s never been another,
Quite as beautiful as you.
They all shall fade to shadows now,
Insignificant and plain.
How perfect would my life then be,
If you only knew my name.
How joyful and how rich at last,
My days would then become.
If you would only turn and look at me,
I’d feel I had begun.
I’d sense a movement in the air,
That all was not the same,
That the world was not so empty,
As it was before you came.
Was it not the world that gifted me,
This simple heart to crave?
Why then must I feel its pity,
Carved in verse upon my grave?
I want the world to know me,
As I think I have been made,
As a man whose love for loveliness,
Cannot bide long in the shade.
So look at me and speak my name,
And know that I am yours,
Or shall you pass me by again,
And let slam shut the door?
And slamming shut, loud let it ring,
Then how long shall it be,
Before I can accept at last,
You were not meant for me?
MG
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