Forgive the depth of my devotion, dear,
For though I try, I cannot shake it loose;
Reason is overwhelmed when you are near,
And friendship is the tamest kind of truce.
So recently bereft, my arms unfold-
O, cruelty! to lose what they have known-
The thought of other lovers leaves me cold,
My wanton wishes are for you alone.
A beggar for your love, then, I remain,
Although my smiles proclaim I could care less;
Distraction is no cure, for tis in vain,
To fill with lesser men, this loneliness.
I wait, with empty cup and lips love-poor,
Hoping, ‘gainst hope, that you can offer more.
© 2016 Anne Yumi Kobori