How does he know how to love her
This man who has never been married...

I call you Mistress of Beauty.
More lovely and indivdual than a snowflake...

Its midnight
And my house is silent, listening...

Today I cry for her,
and my poem falls to the page...

I twitch and convulse living on nerves taunt as...
Like a traitor to a cursed cause-self condemned...

My Lady is a siren who conceals herself within her...
Her sweet ears deaf to the words of my love...

My sweetheart, I recall those January night times
I spent alone...

Alone.
Orbiting a nebulous planet...

Neither you nor anyone sees me.
Standing, leaning or sitting there...

Over the whole world last night the bright orb of...
Shining with a luminescence like that of your...

If by me loving you and not telling you
makes me a fraud, a coward...

Watching you today I caught sight of you doodling.
Unaware as you are that you doodle on and in my...