Passion Undescribed
Aug 6, 2022
No, please, do not speak — you will break the charm.
Though you can melt my heart with only words,
And raise my spirit up to fly with the birds,
Here thy good intent will bring only harm.
Emotions too deep for words is the boon
Of Life, and all treasured recollection.
So feelings, dimmed, live on in reflection
Like the fresh warmth in a forgotten tune.
Speak, and the word will keep your Fancy bound,
Soaring not o’er the Sea, but stuck at shore
Collecting shells to read hints of the deep;
Never to swim, but to tread the same ground.
Trust me — because of this, all rhyme is poor:
A little speculation we like to keep.
