Thy Heated Way, That, Eyed, Adore. Poem by Michael Gale

Obtuse this heart, beyond thy door...
Unlock itself, inlet-ting you, wanderly, explore.

My feelings of love, tho', be silent....
Alone of heart, be-rift in an entrench-ed, grave.

For this emoted, perplex ed-wave...
Washed over me-Naught drowned, That you'd, saved.

Among my heated, heart lit, hearth...
From yon love, Twas given, an adjoined, birth.

Alas alas, this smitten ed, day...
Mine heart of hearts, began it's happy, play.

Attuned of hearts, become at hand...
A lot was gained, as yet, not planned.

Beyond thy shadowed, lengthened stand...
This heart doth beat, as thy doth, command.

Beneath thy Willow tree, One, day, do I dare, due-depart...
Lips of gleaming, red cherries, Sadly displayed, as like scornful, art.

Always to remind me...
We'll remain, sadly far and apart.