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.