I know I am up against an iceberg.
My Titanic love had hit you and broke to pieces.
Now, I struggle like an eviscerated frog
On the dissecting table in a biology lab.
Not that you are passionless;
But your eyelids drop down
Like autumnal leaves looking at me.
There is a great Saharan silence
That I have been unable to break
Which kills me.
The pain permeates my psyche
And I suffer a wordless agony.
As your admirer
Don't I deserve a minute's court?
A minute's attention?
Even a flower beyond my reach
Wouldn't forbid me from looking at it.
All beautiful things are part of nature.
They have no preferences
When someone tries to please himself
Without infringement or interference.
Grant me this concession:
To pass these hours of angst
Merely looking at you,
And their grace.