I was very much impressed <br />By her floral dress <br />When we met <br />In the empty church <br />By the votive alter, <br /> <br />But I was mystified <br />And my soul distressed <br />By her pale and melancholy face; <br />I was certain I saw it before <br />In an ancient wedding <br />From another lifetime <br />Or restful in a casket. <br /> <br />She can’t be <br />What she currently pretends, <br />A stranger or anonymous friend <br />Willing to extend her thin hand <br />Without preconditions <br />Too difficult to comprehend. <br /> <br />I stared at her <br />For a minute eternity <br />The way someone does <br />When they’re in love with you <br />Or seek your execution <br />But then I felt the anchor-like weight <br />Of her heartfelt reproach <br />And disciplined my eyes. <br /> <br />I was surprised <br />And smiled <br />When she scraped <br />Some latent thought <br />Beneath the surface <br />Of my mind and said, <br />“I would make love to you tonight, <br />But you would want my bracelet <br />Or some other keepsake <br />As if the perfume of my essence <br />Wasn’t sufficient for your memory.”<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-is-seemingly-out-of-the-question/
