O YOU whom I often and silently* come where you are, that I may be with you; As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.
*This may apply more to Mr. Whitman than to me, actually.
To the mysterious "Him" from Labor Day weekend about whom you promised to tell more but have been so silent?
ReplyDeleteYou're tall enough
ReplyDeleteTo reach the stars
I'm old enough
To love you from afar
Even if I never hold you again
O YOU whom I often and silently* come where you are, that I may be with you;
ReplyDeleteAs I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.
*This may apply more to Mr. Whitman than to me, actually.