It is today I think of you the most. <br />You, whom I've known for centuries, and here's <br />These lines I'm writing now, oh, not to boast <br />That I have known you, but that I have fears <br />Of what you are, of what I hope you'll be <br />Of what I want, in abnormality, <br />Of all I knew was right and have forsaken, <br />And which my soul, alas! has overtaken. <br /> <br />Perhaps you take me for no more than jest, <br />Perhaps I am to you a little more... <br />But I have learned to take the waves abreast, <br />And so I come to thee, up to your door, <br />To thee, to me, to what I dream shall be, <br />Up to thine heart, in abnormality, <br />And, almost, I expect to be forsaken, <br />As I have been before, and undertaken.<br /><br />Mihai Cosmescu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/abnormality/
