In the logic of my secret love for you

 

In the logic of my secret love for you,
I will wander the land,
seeking out the places where I will not meet you,
but maybe glimpse you from afar.

In the half dark of a summer night
I will lodge myself in a crevice in the rock,
and feel your body in the granite roughness,
and hear your voice in the distant pounding of the waves.

In the stillness of the early morning
I will sprawl upon the turf
and see you dancing
in the tiny vibrations of the pink flowers.

In the rising of the summer sun,
I will pause by the cottage door
and feel the warmth of you on one cheek,
and the cool of your breeze on the other.

In the logic of my secret love for you,
I will approach as close as I dare,
seeking out the places where I will not meet you,
but maybe glimpse you from afar.

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