All thoughts of a fond wish -into Reality
Resolve. They are but servants of this, my Passion,
Or -This Dear Love.

Often in my conceiving I replay moments
Unpassed, between the hours of silence -prostrate,
Restless beside my dreams dashed -spoken hereof.


The evening glare steals the scene merging light and dark,
Whilst I intend to let her perceive my intent of heart, my Feelings buried deeper than she could e'er know.

Many woes hath she for her years, therefore how can
I let her wear these troubled fears alongside me in this
Chamber of guarded Hurt, or this secret abode?

And sometimes from this wild hearth, I ponder my own
Worth when compared to hers. She could hath my all.
Will it be enough?      -I do not pretend to know.