I Love Thee
I love you, Deep within my heart— Like the sun and the moon, In their quiet glow. A love neither grand Nor shabby. Even without borrowing Expensive words, So simply— I love you. That pitiful ache, Curled up in cowardice, You do not know. And perhaps you'll pass me by, Never knowing This gentle longing. Everything in this world Lives in pursuit of “improvement,” But in my love— There is no such thing. Only this: That I want to see you. At any time, In any place, I may see you— But only like a passing cloud. You were to me Like baby's breath, Teaching me the beauty of flowers. Like lilac, You sang the sweetness of fragrance. Since you never truly came to me, There’s no meaning In telling you not to leave. When I close my eyes, You vanish quietly— The bitter cup Of confession. I love you—truly. As dreaming follows sleep, Without the need for insistence. You disperse into the air, And stay beside me, As naturally as breathing. Yet you clumsily humiliate My weary soul. I love you—...