Thinking the very best of you
not love nor lust a part of it.
Older than you, yet far behind in worldliness
and guile.
Hurting in mind and body for reasons
unknown.
Desperate to find which causes the other.
Certain that words from you could help;
from you alone.
Seeing you every day, happy and secure,
aloof and uncaring of my trouble.
No others seem as strong as you,
yet they are, had I only known.
Thinking you don't understand, I try and try again.
I take too long to see your coldness,
bereft of compassion.
Stress unbearable, fearing for my health,
I leave work and friends too soon.
Having found the truth of you at last.
