What word describes my thought of you?
Lust? Too vulgar and too crude–
Though beauty’s yours, in fullness too.
No, I must a softer, gentler name possess
To describe the bottomless recess
Of my heart and mind that’s yours–no less.
Perhaps it’s love–perhapse it’s not.
True, too much pain that word would wrought
If uttered and returned was not
Perhaps too true that loathsome word doth ring
Perhaps too clear it maketh my heart sing.
Perhspse too sharp a broken friendship’s sting.
And so, in silence, love reigns king.