The Lover Speaks, Again


What can I do to shape myself the kind

Of man you want, the kind for whom you’d stay?

Shall I turn sullen, brooding, darkly fey—

The type that had you left would have pined

Away to nothingness? You might then find

You liked me somewhat brighter. Speak, love, say

Whom you desire. I could be shining, gay with dazzling wit – wouldst love me for my mind alone?

Silent still. Your silence speaks –

Pained eyes averted from this wretched blight;

These sunken depths. I have become a sham,

Disgust myself. This weakness in me reeks;

Yet I still vow, “I could have shone so bright

If only you had loved me as I was.”