Love in Hexasyllables XI: Memory
Long have I sought to know
The crux of love, though ‘tis
By no means an easy
Task for one untutored
In the amorous arts.
Yet this much I have learnt:
What exists between us
Is sweeter for being
Unnamed, a vast unknown
Of possibilities.
I will not ask for more.
To do that is to tempt
Fate, for you will fly if
It cages instead of
Freeing. Or so you said,
Before you flew across
A sundering ocean.
Forget me if you must,
But at least remind me
To try to do likewise.
The crux of love, though ‘tis
By no means an easy
Task for one untutored
In the amorous arts.
Yet this much I have learnt:
What exists between us
Is sweeter for being
Unnamed, a vast unknown
Of possibilities.
I will not ask for more.
To do that is to tempt
Fate, for you will fly if
It cages instead of
Freeing. Or so you said,
Before you flew across
A sundering ocean.
Forget me if you must,
But at least remind me
To try to do likewise.