LOVE POEM 3
There lay something unsettling in your mists;
Yet there seems something gentle in your swifts.
Something unkind and haunting in your fathom
May one day trap me without ransom.
Yet I am in scare and awe, by the plenty you have touched.
If you have me now, your life-like shudders will forever haunt my day.
Differed akin day’s feint partner;
Treated as though child, to who seemed preyed.