There she stands. Now I must go. Yet here, she
May call out to me "Stop, don't go! Stay on!
Leave me not unsatisfied; for I, left
Alone with but my tears, am dying; I
Love you. Do you not feel it also? Bless
This love that I hold for you, allow me
To move about with you! Though the way be
Perilous to my person and my frame
Be weak and wary of the heights you must
Climb I shall match your stride to to gain
Your hidden love; that most affectionate
Smile you think I cannot see, that joy
Full bearing you take upon my sight; for
Though roses do wither and fade from the
Cold Breath near, I shall not! But with so much
Determination shall hold out against
The pangs of winter, as though in labor
Will I follow you, but to know that I tried!
If you can but let go of your fear,
If you can but hold onto our love, tears
Held back for my sake, though your heart breaks
For knowing what lies ahead of you, I
Will be your courage! Do not draw upon
Those false spirits that do offend you love!
They merely portray that which you desire
As easily grasped; for when you tire
They will leave you with so little strength that
Trees could move more freely than you could! So
Shall these friends make a pittance of you, and
Leave you as a target in the open.
So the wind shall buffet you senseless! But,
Wait...Oh, see...please do not mock meaning!
I but mean to help you, to be your aid; don't
With scorn in your eyes leave me behind in
This place of sorrow!" Yet I walk on in
my fit of rage, her hands upon my back
Cause me pause, I turn to say the words I
Must; though find my way blocked, her lips upon
Mine now cause confusion greater still. And
Though I protest at her for fear that she
Be laid to waste upon this quest, this fee
Extracted from my soul, she stops my voice
With but a single look that could move all
The world. "You would with heroic bent leave
Me here in this place if only to save
Me. Intentions pure are still misled. Do
Not listen! For though I live on, in this
Borrowed garb must I tread, must beg for my
Bread, and seek my way without you until
You should return; but what foolish hopes are
These that I cling to, like diamonds traded
Wax, my hopes now wane by this flame in
Side of my heart, and now I see in your
Eyes the truth at last. You will not love me,
You shall not return. I know that inside
Of you your heart burns as mine, to entwine
Yourself to me, as though vines on a tree!
Oh give me answer though you have not the
Heart to take me with you; I crave your words!"
So have her words cut wide into my heart.
My head is now spun upon like a wheel
Set in motion by hands unseen, my thoughts
All but lost in the pain of her gaze; yet
Still, such a ruinous curse I dread as this;
That I should forsake my love, my gentle
Bliss, all for sake of knowing her safe
In the land of our birth; oh such mirth have
I shared with her, such beauteous sights have
I seen through her eyes of borrowed sheen: how
Much knowledge have I still to glean from her
Eyes of blue. Oh debts of old be gone! For
Though you hold me fast, bid me anon to
That place where death and I shall meet, I fail
To see how such avenged wrongs for men now
Shrouded by dust can put me at ease. But
This cannot last, death's hand only delayed,
My debt must be repaid, else what am I?
So though my heart be sure and true when she
Is near, I must leave her side; Out thou fear!
Thus with a heavy heart I kiss her face.
Parting with love is the greatest disgrace
Man can endure. To leave is death's embrace.
Beyond Love's Grasp, (C) Luke Bennette
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