Poem 8

My love, my dear

For you, I fear

My love may be too great

 

If only my heart

Could set apart

My love from my great fear

 

I since we met

Have not yet forget

The beauty of your heart

 

For it's been a while

Since I, in your smile

Have found myself yet

 

Oh how I dream

Of that which, unseen

Walks our future miles

 

If I may ask

Of you one task

To stay with me, my dream.