here again i sit
heart twisting, yearning
writing a poem to the unknown
to the invisible goddess of my love
that tortured and sheltered idea
i hide within my pulse
i keep it hidden because i hear it may be fantasy
i keep it hidden because i fear it may be reality
and how would you respond, if you heard these words?
would you know me? would i you?
am i your truth? are you mine?
are we creating each other at this very moment?
i can answer none of these questions.
i do not need to.
my only wish is that somehow i become worthy of you
so that if, perchance, one day we meet,
then i shall have the courage
and the honor
to be yours