I could not fathom the notion
That you thought of me too
Acting in the art of devotion
Restrospective love with no clues
You who handcrafted constellations
Hanging stars in the sky for me to survey
Returned my own awe in your tender dedication
Your words restrained and affection delayed
The bleary spyglass into your mind spawned no clear answers
I was certain beyond reasonable doubt
Though I wish fortune had been foretold to me by some knowing chiromancer
Our true affair but an aberration to recount
Yet time turned its playful hand and our nearness ran its course,
I wonder how much you cared, how deep the well of love bore into the earth
If you had any amour, any doubt, and wishfully to my vanity— remorse
But your one act of tenderness may have made all my pondering that much worse
