I am naïve about relationships and kisses, <br />About the dreams that weave themselves <br />Around a fragile heart, <br />And I do not know how to protect <br />Myself from love. <br /> <br />Emotional before photographs of you, <br />I break like pottery to see you smile, <br />I crumble like autumn leaves <br />In a child’s hand <br />To remember your shimmering brown hair <br />And the perfection of your neck <br />That someone else touches. <br /> <br />And I have also lingered lost in thought <br />About the lighter brown hair of another girl <br />Who captivated me for a moment, but less excruciatingly: <br />I nearly fell in love with your best friend <br />To merely hear her speak your name; <br />No one will ever understand how much <br />Those lovely vowels and consonants mean to me. <br /> <br />I need to be granted a tender reprieve <br />From the languishing agony of not seeing you, <br />To be set free from the prison of sunless days <br />Where perfume no longer lingers upon a pillow, <br />Where flowers fail to form beautiful bouquets <br />Because I don’t know the way to bring them to you.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tender-reprieve/
