Ode to Thee
What keeps me in love with thy voice I seldom hear
The songs that are not sung
The words that bring no cheer
What keeps me in love with thy dance of courtly rejection
The games of falsehood an’ whim
Surfeit of unuttered affection
What keeps me in love with thy eyes of rivers run
Thy stature and thy mind
Thy golden locks like silk un-spun
What keeps me in love with thy smile, corners south
The thorn of your touch
And the bite of my mouth
What keeps me in love with this feeling I loath
I cannot fathom, I do not know!
I do not want...yet I cannot let go.
