I cannot look upon your face but weep <br />when thoughts of what I might have meant to you <br />pervade my spirit long after I keep <br />appointments with our empty rendezvous. <br /> <br />The fields and shores that could have been the bed <br />upon which both of us could sleep by night <br />or play by day the games we love instead <br />became the silent grave without the light <br /> <br />your beaming eyes and moistened lips, your breath <br />exhaling sighs that whisper secrets, deep <br />entrenched within a soul so deep that death <br />could not command them all depart from sleep. <br /> <br />So much as I might want you, being bold, <br />I cannot do so now: I am too old.<br /><br />Lorenzo Costigliolo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/look-back-with-ancient-eyes-sonnet-6/
