Rachel, 2012 – inspired by William, 1598
I never thought this would go anywhere
But you never know, it might
We have always had that tension
That chemistry, a meeting of wits
Oh yes, I know you of old.
As wrote a wise Midlands man long ago,
All hearts in love use their own tongues
And our tongues are sharpened each time we speak
So that nigh every word stabs
I wonder, have I wounded you?
Sometimes you pierce a chink and I flinch back
Yet I know you are a good man secretly, and you mean nothing
It’s just your way
For thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably
But then that night
when we met at the church and dined together
You seemed to let your guard down an inch or two
I glimpsed the true depth of your heart
and something of God shone through.
Your passions, frustration,
ignited the flames I’d been quashing:
embers blazed, stirred once more.
But you did not press me
(though, a gentleman, showed me back.)
You are a logical enigma
Old and young at once, somehow
Half the jester, half the sage
Good yet bad, bad – in a good way?
Oh, I know your mind is too fine for me
Yet your words so eloquent and clear
Fail to articulate your heart
And as I stare into your deep brown eyes
All I want to do is to wrap my arms around you
And tell the angst-scarred heart inside
that I know, I know how you feel
The world cannot make us whole.
I imagine our paths will cross once again
The world is too small for us not to
At least in the circles we live and move in
But I will see you in a different light
You’re a knight in disguise, but I’ll know
As for how (or not) you regard me…
Who knows? Man is a giddy thing, and that is my conclusion.