In the depths where I lose myself, I think of you and wonder…

What did you see in me?

 

My heart reluctant,

Torn asunder

The world is much too bright to see;

All that I may fall under.

 

My soul aches for your caress,

Amid all of life’s strange bareness

But I often ask….what did you see in me?

 

My hands are cold,

Often dirty

And such loving cleanliness seems amiss;

For all these years of thirty.

 

Now, do I fall and lie in this dark embrace,

And risk I’ll disappear without a trace.

Well, I often ask it anyway…did you see me?

 

Oh, how I hungered for this love,

Lost repose,

Deeper than one could have imagined;

Yet I drown in your eyes’ many delicate woes.

 

Anguish … love me … leave me,

Tie me up and do not free me.

Alas, I would dare to ask before you go …

Oh … My Love, but can you see me?

 

 

 

Photo Credit:  Death and the Maiden, Paul Lee