a heart blinded

how I regret not loving thee better
not for lack of trying, or sweet desire
I would be thy muse, a simple beggar
yet true emotion I cannot inspire

in vanity, I call myself jealous
my sight is blinded by mere fellowship
incapable of being too zealous
my heart would bind thee in more than friendship

if one day I risk declaring my flame
the world's luckiest man I would become
for my solitude, I myself must blame
thy laughter, a precious gift so welcome

a timid lover is no man's best friend
when passion remains masked until the end



a heart blinded
11 november, 2006
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