By Artless Heart
Date: 10 May 2000
Chrysanthemum
We loved before, ten years since,
And you were messed up then.
Time has sanded the manic edges, and honed your gifts as well.
I love you, but I refrain from falling off the cliff into love with you,
Afraid to scare you away, afraid to impose my desperation, afraid to be like all the rest.
Yet... you are here, in my home, my heart, my life, anf I hate that I cannot sing to you of love.
I can only sing
Near you and hope that you will hear.
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