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For Loving Her
by Ken HarnischSo, scorn me for loving her
I’ve committed graver sins
Against the holies, and
Would still confess the crime
Stewing in my tower
I regret only procrastination
The dirges to inaction whose lyrics
I wrote on the back of paper hearts
The love letters were passionate
But unsent. Her imputing to me
The task of proving my affections
Beyond my want or will
It does not mean I let her
Go, or somehow pushed
Her aside in my unseemly haste
To be perceived as saved
And anyway
She never did, through charm or guile,
Go easy into the good night, nor did
The floods of time douse her fire
For me, it still flames
In those ardent whispers
That go unsaid, but are as real
As daylight is tomorrow
I feign disinterest in public;
Hide truth behind loquacity;
Otherwise pretend indifference
She alone would know I never feel
I have done it the safe way;
Taken all precautions against the
Drumming of a wild heart; but
I must report, and not unhappily,
It is to no avail.
07/12/2012 Posted on 07/12/2012
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 07/14/12 at 12:03 AM All the precautions in the world, and there still seems to be disaster. That's how it seems to me, at least. Fantastic. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/14/12 at 01:14 AM It makes me wonder what was gained or saved, that the words went unspoken so that commitment could be avoided. Feast for thought. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/14/12 at 01:39 AM Oh yes, oh yes. It is hard to deny some things and the heart is the most difficult. |
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