Desiring to articulate what I saw
I used words. But words don’t see.
What I saw saw nothing.
My love for you betrays
Not only nights, in which I try to see
And don’t, and don’t sleep, but all my days
Which, to be good days, need rest.
To know is not free.
The worst happened when I loved you the best.
This is why my friends are amazed and cannot understand:
I don’t speak to you or look at you though I love you and you are close at hand.