Poem Session

Disdain me not without desert,
Nor leave me not so suddenly;
Since well ye wot that in my heart
I mean ye not but honestly.
Disdain me not.

Refuse me not without cause why,
Nor think me not to be unjust;
Since that by lot of fantasy
This careful knot needs knit I must.
Refuse me not.

Mistrust me not, though some there be
That fain would spot my steadfastness;
Believe them not, since that we see
The proof is not as they express.
Mistrust me not.

Forsake me not till I deserve
Nor hate me not till I offend;
Destroy me not till that I swerve;
But since ye know that I intend,
Forsake me not.

Disdain me not that I'm your own:
Refuse me not that I'm so true:
Mistrust me not till all be known:
Forsake me not ne for no new.
Disdain me not.

Writ(h)ing efforts

What wouldn't I have for you?

I would have a warm bed, endless talks, walks in the open air, books to leaf through, passions to discover, coincidences to find, places to go, tears to hide, moves to halt, fears to kill, certainties to assess, reasons to exist.

What wouldn't you have for me?

You would have empathy, puzzlement, sensitivity, craziness, and love, pure love. But you wouldn't have the courage it takes, or the right answer. You would only, eternally, hesitate, for fear of losing me in this difficult shape I am, in my own little maze of hopeless chances, under your delirious, torturing spell.

I know, I have been there myself. Payback time in life comes sooner or later, and now it is my turn.