May 19, 2007 17:14
I love you with all my
Mind, not my heart - only
So much frail flesh and blood.
For it is the mind that
Construes the lover's words,
Constructs the fantasy.
Why insist otherwise?
Let us tell one less lie
About this thing called love,
And perhaps we shall find
That truth reveals to us
The way back into love.
The mind loves on even
Though the body hardens
No more to soft caress.
What a stroke of fortune
For one such as I, trapped
By a dark clot of blood!
love in hexasyllables