Seen Yet Unseen

To speak fairly of your fair semblance would
Be a feat impossible; but for few
That do cause the words to mew. As the cat
Does purr his song of praise, so would I could
Purr in delight to the music your hands
Create! Still in fairness I must declare
That you are most beautiful; but bands strong
As the bonds of love itself do despair
That they must look upon the tear of long
Awaited bliss, and have words fail them.
Yet can it be that in the glance I give
That you will see why it is that I live?
For in sight we pleasure most though it be
But a foretaste of the rest that we would see.

                                                                Seen Yet Unseen, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012