With Words Can One Obsessing Fall In Love? Poem by Kenna

With few smiling frozen photographs?
Can ever more a soul below, above
Be trapped in snares of inky fetters grasped?
Thus trapped can one be within letters sent?
With knowing not how lumb'ring each tongue goes?
Cast with pain wallowing like roses bent
Cold in blanket dawns spent dew-drenched alone?
With neverness of sunshine to unbend
The flower where the dawn does rise and crawl
Though lullabies like moonbeams do descend
Laid sweetly down for their eyes to befall?

Loving strangers be these dependent grown,
Though strangers, never can be either's own.