home *** CD-ROM | disk | FTP | other *** search
- To A.K.
-
- To fight against with silent worded sword
- The death of passion, th' ended hoper's hope
- Which heretofore did fill my poet-song,
- A seeming endless wind of utterings.
- To long that thou, perfection's paragon,
- Would favor plaintive sighs, my words approved.
-
- It will not be: Words' hand doth stay my speech,
- Ne'ermore the music, broken finally.
-
- My love intense instead will untouched be,
- To hold us fast in unnamed bonds, as friends
- Beyond the mere companionship of Man,
- But not to move to lovers' binding love.
- Thus bound, yet unbound, we, two souls do stand,
- Defying labelled state and living still.
-
-
-
-
- Copyright (c) 1995 Andrew S. Damick
-