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Craig Rozniecki
I personalize you gifts,
Listen to everything you have to say,
Send you thoughtful e-mails,
Think about you night and day,
I do everything in my power to see you,
Even if it’s miles out of the way,
Do everything I can to make you feel special,
To place a smile upon your face,
Always striving to make you laugh,
To make you content,
It’s my top priority,
Instilling in you happiness,
But your shell is difficult to crack,
Yet stubbornly I continue to try,
With mixed signals coming my way,
I refuse to give up the fight,
sometimes the hands
know best where the switch is
limbs know which way
to turn
turn off the will the
thought be led
by what obeys
remembers
those good dogs
like us limbs of an
all-knowing letting
us decide
Only to tell your loveliness — this love :
Only to tell
Pain's odor, beauty-burning miracle
Of my surrender !
Late I flew . . .
But ever arrow-straight
I fly now from the shade that falls — that fell
Lightly on you,
On me with a wave's weight.
Oh, I must go : this city has a spell
I never gave it leave to have. Still, still to tell
The weaving of your footsteps on the stairs
With my slow-dropping love for you that wears
Cold stone I want my heart for — still I stay.
Put out the stars. Give me another day
Only to tell.
Must I round my life to a song,
As the waves wear smooth the shore-stone?
Shall the mortal beat and throb
Of this heart of mine
Be only to crumble a dream,
And fashion the pebbles of fancy,
That the tides of time may cover,
Or a child may find?
Little in truth it matters;
But this at the most I know:
Infinite is the ocean
That thunders upon man's soul,
And the sooner the soul falls broken,
The smoother will be its song!