Frustration’s stride melts away unseen,
When I catch you stretching in shame it tears my eyes away,
And when I hear you wincing in blame I wonder what’s inside.
Shadow speaker denies,
Ever twisting collides,
Ever wishful besides,
Quivered helpless subsides with the smile of my eyes.
When I steal impressionist zeal or the bordering fear,
And when I touch the sweat of her brow she feels reel, not real.
And when I...
Or should I...
Like the deer rise...
Love I and I...
