So-and-So

So,
you don't want the words I spill,
pouring from this surging swell,
cresting lips you've known so well
from depths of me you've helped to fill

'Why bother with men,' an old man said
one chilly night, when the leaves were dead,
after up his walk my feet did tread;
and, quickened, my mind and my heart then sped

"I love because I must," said I,
and gazed into that darkened sky
remembering how many had said 'Goodbye,'
loving each one anew to verify

So,
you don't want words uttered now, do you?
Don't want my heart, though undoubtedly true.
Don't want to delve into all we've been through,
Can't walk away to a fresh morning dew

And that's still your trouble, my favorite dear:
That the past remains:  insurmountable fear,
You'd sooner look on us with distasteful sneer,
Sooner leave your past lonely and shed not a tear

I'll cry for us both, as I've cried times before
And I'll keep true to us, as I've kept true our lore
While you hold yourself stifled, and life, you ignore -
But I'll not forsake you; you're one I adore

Author: meredithlmm

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