A thousand fair suitors all stab at your heart <br />Those poets of movement and jockeys of art <br />The high-volume vendors who hustle romance <br />Splashing their canvas with color and dance <br /> <br />The blasters of trumpets, gold banners unfurled <br />They offer lush gardens in glistening worlds <br />Yes, bearers of torches and carvers of stone <br />Who whisper their sonnets and surrender their thrones <br /> <br />And there in your doorway, no shadow is cast <br />No lingering voices, no ghosts from the past <br />Just a cluster of walls and a window of pain <br />Collecting the heartache like droplets of rain <br /> <br />Still I stand before you with palms to the sky <br />No gold in my pocket, no thorn in my side <br />And all I can offer where words have no place <br />Is a body that trembles and this love that awaits<br /><br />Jeff Kurfess<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bookmark-a-thousand-fair-suitors/
