I would write for you, a thousand poems of heartfelt passion,
my words speaking where my lips cannot,
in that world must I live and be like a Piscaso, in aspiration and without your hand,
I must commit my words to the blank inertness of the poem,
my love too powerful to speak of,
my love for you too great to bare with a kiss,
my love beyond the realms that are dreams in the loneliest of nights,
when the moon may not bade me words of friendship.
I would write for you, all of which I am made,
all my secrets would I tell you, if you would waltz into my longing presence,
you of dearness and mistress of all the love which in me lives,
springing into new life, the imageries of my spirit,
for you my love, you my Loved, my most Adored.
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A state and feeling of complete submission to the adored one is well lit in these beautiful poems....10