Will I see you again
On the morrow?
How I long to see
The sparkle
Of your eyes,
The warmth
Of your smile;
I live to bask
In the infinite gentleness
Of your beauty,
For few men possess
That rare quality
Both outside
And in.
My darling,
I cannot bear to wait
One moment more!
But...
I will spend this night
Anticipating
And dreaming
Of holding you,
Of embracing you
With my body,
My heart,
And my very essence
On the morrow.
The short rhythms have a breathlessness about them that is most appropriate to the mood of the poem. The lines seem to come across as echoes (of longing). Again, most appropriate. John
I loved him. At age twelve he touched my heart with his music. At age twenty he captured my heart when our eyes met as he sat on a stage and sang Four months later, he fractured my heart with his refusal to allow us to stay together. At age seventy
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