From Afar

FROM AFAR


I have not met you publicly,
nor have we ever spoken.
This tenet steadfast 'ere will be-
it never shall be broken!

For therein lies my only chance,
my only hope unfaded.
So I'll caress you with a glance
whilst love remains unjaded!

My quest for Love I'll not impart,
nor will you learn my motive.
I'll not allow my living heart
to undermine this votive!

For if this love should ever play
and laugh, 'tween you and I,
eventually 'twould lose its way-
and soon or late, 'twould die!

There'd be no cause or force of toil
which might be termed the reason.
For once a seed breaks free the soil
it's doomed to just one season!

For love can only live as True
beyond its' first inception,
if we, as lovers never do,
withhold from love, perception!

So from sweet Dulcinea's glance
the sad knight takes his sorrow.
He gathers up his shattered lance
in faith, to tilt tomorrow!

And too I turn, My Star! above-
I leave you to your living.
"Pure and chaste from afar", I love-
My one gift worth the giving!