Amare Amory

I would, if I could, break through the mist
Established by culture and years to be with you.
Destined we are to be apart; Yet we can't -- can we --
Reordain what has been proscribed to set free
What yearns within to grow beyond the allowed limits.
For as the waters ceaselessly run towards the shore --
Reaching, touching, but never quite mixing therewith --
So must the day run after the night: For it is
For the sun to chase, and the moon to flee
From its heat. Never ending torture it is,
To be reaching and touching, but never to belong
To you. I'd look at you with an appeal -- you'd
Gaze back with yearning in your eyes, with a plea
That pierces through my soul, splintering my heart
Into pieces of hard-earned worthless resolve
Not to love you. I have had my day-- and ignored it --
But you are just a bud that's beginning to grow.
How could I, untutored -- for the summers have left untouched
The grains; my fields unknown -- attempt to touch
Or explore your youth, when I have not discovered mine?
Surely, the Fates would never have been so cruel
As to allow twilight to be scorched by dawn,
Nor for dawn to be mellowed by the wisdom
Of the day -- for such would obliterate all promises
Of tomorrow. So go, my love, and expand your wings.
May in finding yourself, you find someone worth loving.