Font Color='#880000'To Be - I Can Not Be [sonnet]/Font Poem by David Zvekic

If free, I would unmake love with a choice
that next to yours did tremble seldom near enough.
This heart could never hear its master's voice,
to make again what wasn't ever clear enough.
If prose this poor were worth but as a kiss,
I would exchange these lips, a single word
of love amongst all love's forgotten languages,
but such as ours has never once been heard.
And speaking less of you aloud is more than pain;
to want - I can not want; to be - I can not be.
The words I must replace, love can't explain:
That happiness has meant too much to you and me.
  All failed dreams were born to teach a poet these.
  All others seem mere stock realities.

-March 7,2006