From Afar

Each day I sit and watch my love

I watch her from afar

For fear of scaring her

I keep my love in shadows

My face, wounded of battle

scarred to point of un-identity

Hers better than an angels

Perfection is, in everyway, present

Like innocent in the eyes of a new born

I refer to her as thy lost

For I have found,

And felt what she will never

I do not possess her heart or her in ways I wish

But to see her happy,

Is enough to plug my gapping hole of loneliness

The best days are those that she confronts me

To buy a book, like she does offten,

Every book she buys, I read too

Informal, fictional, whatever her knowledge lies I want

In some small (extremely small) way it makes me feel like we have that connection

One day you come to me,

And asked me for advice

I tried to cover my face,

But you re-fused to let me

A book, you asked about

Lost, I got in your smile

Stare, I began too without realizing

And soon enough my scars I excepted

And one day, at your little coffee table,

You stared back too.

3-7-11