Bright burns

I’m ribbling today, gafooning around,
yet dregs in my heart are pulling me down.
I’m typing a verse that expresses all that i stand,
and the words are not flowing but taking high ground.

I’m reminded of palmistry, my dear cognative hand,
and the line that describes me of one true affection,
And i know who it is, and i know where she stands,
but i cannot afford to express my hearts reflection,
for her life is in turmoil, and her mind is elsewhere,
and to pressure her towards me would be so unfair.

But its difficult to know how a love could achieve,
for we’re thousands of miles away, and no hope of reprieve.
She’l grow old and single, the way she would like,
and my fondness will turn into a memory spike.

So the power within that thrives on a love,
may burn brightly but cannot burst out.
And evensong visits and moments of gravity,
must remain at a distance and rarely in privacy.

She stands as strong as a pillar with limited wealth
and i envy her strength as i envy good health.
I wonder if she guesses the true feelings of me
it matters not because she’s chosen her own singularity

A daughter in agony, a father so pale
Stress all around her and me to assail?
Love is such agony, life is so short, i wish beyond the farthest star
That after my life is over, she finds another,
to support and cherish and hold her dear,
to care and to love, and forever endure.