
sweeter to
me
than honey
are you,
’tis true:
my waking
thought,
my every
prayer…
(is you;
for you),
in deepest
night
and bright
midday
my mind
wanders
to you.
and they
say
you’re not
worthy
and they
say
you are
strange
but they
will never –
can never –
fathom
the depths
of your soul,
the magic
you cast,
the stories
you tell,
the song
that lilts
from your
lips…
and i
sigh
and i
wish…
sweeter to
me
than sugar
are you,
’tis true:
whatever may
happen,
what may
ensue,
i pledge
it all
to you.
let them
whisper
and gossip
and talk –
i pay
no heed,
may as
well be
blind
but i
see
beyond that
ill-perceived
strangeness
and see
your light
your life
you.