Maybe this time my love will be
About this poem, instead of this
Poem being about my love. Poetry
Can do two things; first, find bliss
In how the poet manages to convey
What anyone in love would like to say,
But cannot. Since poetry isn’t painting,
The poem needs to be a kind of fainting
Rather than the eyes of the love seen.
The poem says where love has been;
This telling reveals the beloved, unseen,
The eyes in all their glory hinted at;
The reader feeling what the poet feels.
A poem cannot do much more than that.
But maybe this time my poem will be
Love itself—the origin of all poetry.
The beloved will not only make the reader weak—
She will open her mouth—oh God!—and speak.
