MY LOVE, MY LOVE
"I'm dying for one who doesn't care.
I'm dying for one who doesn't know."
The form of formal thought won't dare
To visit this fragmented show.
In the softness of my sight
All powers born for me and mine
Snatch at night for broken rights
And hold to hope on dotted lines.
And I will walk them, counting cures,
And I might live to see love's whites,
And I will shake from all of yours,
Through luna days and mona lights.
But count to four and count some more,
Lose the pictured Juliet.
And "watch me vanish" well before
"My love" I knew but never met.