How strange it is that what often comes
Is not that which is looked for while,
What is fiercely sought tarries just out of sight.
This is how my heart has been struck –
A truth not looked for, though taken never-the-less.
Now, it has come to pass, that one has the love of me
That I am but of one hoped for thought.
Fleet the memories pass across my daily toils,
The remembered whisper of his voice,
The truth of he and me,

Even now his gentle touch lingers long after it has passed.
For all of this constancy how yet this tale will away?
My heart has been bent so far as to almost break.
What resilience there do I find,
Far greater than the strongest steel.
This life of mine has changed far more
Than I could have ever thought,
Or ever dreamed – all because of one
Whose heart I know not how responds.
Hope grants his favour mine.

The mind unleashes dreams and casts adrift.
Thoughts assail my spirit, churning all into a turmoil.
From within this tempest mind comes true heart’s clarity.

Can this be what is oft told in fairy tales.
A poet’s concoction or an old wives’ tales.
Of a true heart taken thus.
Once closed is now revived not profitably.
He by right has my heart yet I know not if I have his.
What can I give to show him thus.
What art of mine own making can I draw upon to define,
Something that I never thought could exist.
That my mind’s frustration taunts so frivolously

I would move heaven and earth to make his heart mine.
How much I thought of changing just for he.
Yet what profit we would in that beget?

Would that he but know a flawed truth of me
Better than a tarnished and fractured idol false.
No calumny, for my faith that is how it must be.
If this be not fated such a love
Then rather I would his friendship hold.
There that this marvellous confection
Could return to a mere abode of dreams.
For there is greater strength in fellowship
If it cannot there be in love.

Though if by chance both can o’er time combine –
Through troubled times the twin of love and friends
A greater cord than in this great hope do’est lie.

After all it is over, after all it is through
Where am I to go, what now is there to do?