A NEW LOVE
Although we have never touched,
I am not narrcissus.
The reflection that I have is mirrored in ewe eyes.
I can not give ewe lies,
as so many women seem to want,
I can only be so cold as a lover should be,
telling only truth and holding only love in half-formed solitude.
Not the passion that ewe are used to want.
But the long term love a man can kiss and hold.
And come back to kiss again,
and want some more.
Not the same old story of the boy loses the girl.
But, the kissing in the dark to take my breathe away,
the wishing and the wanting and the praying, (Pause)
and remember pleease, and do not evere forget.
Love is never wrong.