if I were someone else's lover, or

      if I were someone else's lover, or
      if I were not what you could call your own,
      please know that I would very much rather
      you just keep me but for yourself alone.
      Nevermind how the indeterminate
      crime of using me, of abusing me
      and relentlessly casting me aside
      would resolve into, so long as I am
      akin to be left to myself again.
      but could I ever be the same again?
      could I entirely separate myself
      from the woman who had taken my heart?
      inasmuch as I am yours completely,
      can I say that you are mine utterly?

            Lowell R. Luis
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