Loving

oh, that I had never found love in any quise
and upon my heart what surprise
doth cupid's arrow struck true
ripped my heart, now I start
to truly do......
love and shall love again
finding fragrance in pretty eyes
	beauty in a lovely mind
blissful vertigo, for I would lose myself
a blossoming flower of this love
if she could only reply in kind
a longing for body and mind
other than my own, to staunch my lonliness
a wound infected by despair
and I would not dare
to tell thee
for in truth you probably could not love me.