An Exercise in Restraint
Love lost to Chronos, sweetness gained
whilst trepidation holds back the hand of care:
to touch is to lie; yet I hear your voice,
I cannot tell how distant it is.
A rounded care, an ear attent for your word,
simple and stranded, waiting.
There is no greater smile, no more cherished
amongst all dreams of form and poise.
An exercise in restraint, holding back
once again, and kinder all the so; and yet love
is not lost, and yet, still, love is no further gained:
could anyone say this is cruel?
Nay, when you shine so bright, walking in company,
and ’tis all I wished for, ’tis all I looked towards.
Cherished indeed. Tho time may sweep away
the love born to be lost, this matters not;
all that matters in this very life
is for you to smile in your choice, cherished form.