I only know poetry.
I only know the beauty of your name.
I don’t care what others say, or what others wear.
I am not the same.
I love you, but I was never here to be with you,
Only to love you, love that will possibly bring us fame.
I fell in love with your name,
And I love to say your name,
And I do, but not in this poem,
And you know why. You know me. And our shame.
You saw what it did to me,
When I fell in love with your name.
You don’t know how much I love you,
Because you think I want a coarser fame.
I told you you were a poet.
You didn’t understand.
This is not a tongue. Or a game.
This is not a hand in a hand.
I succumbed to the sound of your name.