I pray that you will tell me to whisper
should my heart sing too loudly
I endear our moments together
cherish them I do
However I fear my imaginative mind
may lead me to believe in exaggerated perceptions
that may be reflective of the passion
that lives inside me, wanting to reach out,
hold you tightly, kiss you ever softly.
Although this would be a pleasant dream
made alive into a wondrous reality,
I recognize the selfish nature of my
proclamation of desire at this level alone.
It is what you desire that is of uttermost importance.
I am just another man,
who gazes in awe at the beauty you possess,
within you and without.
I stand here before you today,
reciting an authentic song I wrote alone,
not wanting to be another one of the suitors in line,
desperately hoping you’ll take fancy in them someday.
Dearest Marie, I express my fondness for you today,
tomorrow, next week, and what time may come.
That is all.
I just hope out of your respect for me as a person, a man,
and hopefully your friend,
that if need be, you will place your hand on my heart
to slow the rhythm. To maintain whatever beautiful thing
we share together. Tell me what you think, be not afraid of
my response. I had asked this small favor once
of a lady friend I admired, and to my heart’s disappointment
after having sang an operetta, she failed to act.
I trust your kind heart will always guide you in the right direction,
may it fly in joyous spirit above the clouds,
with or without me. Such is my sole wish for you…
(kisses Marie on the hand)
(tips hat, smiles with a wink)
Sleep well my dearest…
(walks down her steps and out along the foggy London street)
