If I am to sacrifice expressions of my love
how may you then be persuaded I sacrifice thereof?
How may you know I no longer love you
except I love you sufficiently not to?
You have committed the perfect crime,
slain love and lover by denying him the rhyme.
I wish I could recant, the recent past undo
and return a wife’s innocence to you.
Your little welcoming smile
to which so often did I aspire
sadly you deny me now~~ and nothing seems quite apropos.
As merely your friend, may I still put my heart in your hands?
More than that, I promise to make no demands.
We shall, in our meetings, I suppose, discuss this and that,
your job and mine, how not to be fat.
With stories of your sensible canary
and my little reddish-brown Normie
we shall lightly amuse one another and regale.
Perhaps you will share a new family tale?
On my side, I promise to keep watch on my tongue
lest it imagine again it be still young.
My joy, I fear, will continue,
in the very face of you.