2005-10-20 - 6:34 a.m.
Felicity
(for Aisha)
If my love lies, then she does flatter me,
Coaxing my doubt towards certainty;
But though words are said in seeming truth,
Of her real intent I have no proof.
I wish only to see her emerald eyes,
And be assured her smile conveys no compromise.
Instead, awake, I listen through the night
To her words’ artful echo, for if they be right
Then I most surely must be wrong to doubt her love:
She is far more fair and pure than I could prove.
But if they be false, then so is she,
Yet gladly would I lie with her, in complicity.
5/4 2002
