I haven't yet discovered how to love you
I fail to find the key to your regard
I flounder on the way! and thinking of you
I don't discern what I should think! it's hard
to peer into the cave within my being
(the emptiness that might connect our hearts)
I look not recognizing what I'm seeing
my horses trail far behind their carts
alas there's something backward in my thought?
or something fundamental I've not grasped?
perhaps the butterfly cannot be caught?
perchance the sunset gleam hands cannot clasp?
such love as I might offer seems absurd
a ghostly whisper not a golden word