It Can'T Be - Poem by Marie Kaiser
I dreamt of you last night
You were staring at me
A reflection of myself
Laid out simply
All of my complications seem insignificant
As your lips come to mine
The way your hands caress me
I forget even time
The way you ached from my touch
The sighs that escaped you
Your eyes hooded so much
I could see a need plagued you
But is it love?
I ponder our positions
For we are thinkers, true
I ponder what I'm feeling
And I wonder if you feel it too
I wonder if I'm lonely
I wonder if you're lost
I expect it could be both for me
For the answer, what's the cost?
Is it love?
I suppose I was looking for someone like myself
I suppose I get what I ask for
So controlled yet so passionate
How could I not want more?
Is what I seek too much to ask?
To be loved though love stands in the way
Can you love me, as I'll love you
Though I may not be yours everyday?
So here I stand, I see it now
The more I speak, it's clearer now
How can it be, what's the matter with me! ?
So short a time, but all was too fine
The sun shone for me, the moon sang me to sleep
And the moment you smiled at me, my heart began a new beat
It may be love
And now I'm ready to cry
I'm ready to fly
I see the possibility!
... And then I sigh
It cannot be, don't you see?
If I care for you, then I must leave you be
I'm silly and wretched and crazy no doubt
And for my conscious I cannot drag you about
Though greed is pulsing in my veins
My want of you should be so plain
I must bite my tongue, and let go so soon
No more shining sun, no more singing moon
It won't last long, I promise you that
We'll go from lover, to friend, to falling flat
The only way you could hold on now
Is by admitting that you... love me.
But foolish desires always play in my head
And that foolish notion is nearly, almost.. dead
It can't be love
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