I Am Certain

Unlike others, I am griefed to see your smile

and I am careful not to gaze into your mild eyes.

Though many see a stunning beauty

I see only oval mirrors, eager to remind.

They serve to burden me with guilt,

And oft they cut me from afar.

Your innocence silenty destroys me,

And I doubt you are aware.

How I long for a touch from gentle fingers,

or to steal a kiss from honest lips.

It would please me to feel your warmth,

But I fear my heart is bitter cold.

The pleasent fantasies as a youth I entertained,

have turned to dreadful mockings

and maintain my jealousy and hatred.

Oh how cleaver fate has been,

To cross our paths in twain.

A crueler circumstance could not be made,

And nothing could torment me more.

But neither could my desire be made more perfect,

Nor could your image content me greater.

What is it about your smile, that sends my soul to sink,

That sends me into conflict, weather to love or to loathe?

Your eyes, when upon me, send me to despair,

but when upon another, they make me to be jealous.

Such emotion is a bitter cup to drink.

When we write I write cleary,

With great confidence and ambition.

When we speak I am stricken by your eyes,

And am tormented by your presence.

I am thrice wrapped in solidarity,

And I have already said my goodbyes,

Though my leave be long away.

I seek ever to be closer,

but I keep myself at bay.

Though all of this, I am certain that I love you

Author's Note

From him to her.

Reviews

[Brandee D. Hack]

THe first 3 stanza's were fine....but then it seemed really awkward at the end; as in grammar wise. I would highly recommend you change some things. However, I do like your Shakespearian Style. AN example of change would be: "That sends me into conflict, weather to love or to loathe?" and Change weather to whether... :) Hoope this helps! Keep writing!