To Love, the First Mover.
'Tis true I have learnt your tongue, just to know your mind;
Perused geography, just to know my place;
Mused that anthology, just to cradle a poet's romance;
Sung the refrains of drinking songs, just to amuse the irrelevant
- To give me time, just a little - to
Stand to attest to a blossoming and a failing of buds darling -
Just to apprehend the meaning of beauty and its hidden danger -
(The ferocity... the throes of absence... even, that pang of presence...)
Just to connect something in me I feel with what could in you manifest -
Just to pen a number of simple lines, come up with silly metaphors
- Meaning nothing, but almost everything? -
So that you, and all the people, will know that
I love you most secretly,
With craze, adoration, pity, and rue.
You initiated me ... no longer roving;
From fear and apathy, I grew
To vibrance and Loving.
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Crowning Love
PoetryListen to his heart/ for the faint things that he wants - Halley's Crowning Love is an exploration of the forms and notions of carnal and incorporeal love, and other beautiful human things. A/N: The Roman numerics (I, II, III, etc.) are Groupers. Gr...
