Sometimes the strain of seeing so near
beauty too rare in form so clear
makes me resent you as locus of pain
inviolate aim of my focus so vain

but every time I try to dislike you
for being too dear, just out of reach
my eyes fall on the edge of your beauty
lies are disgraced and I need to sing

so please don't hate me if I need to say it
love spills through my lips, through my grip, to your ear
yet this isn't to grieve you or even make you mine
unneeded, I'll leave you, but love won't die

and if I falter at all in my role
of doing whatever I should or should not
I will yet repent, I'll re-earn your trust
and wish you the best of whatever you want

I'd deny you not even the least thing you choose
but remember, if ever you doubt or need love
just open your heart, and within it will come
freely of me, forever for you.

© G.Cassel 2004