BY DR. AGONSON
I say I haven’t seen your face
when I’m afraid to show you mine
and would we give each other grace
when neither one is quite divine?
Then once again a hope is there:
this very hand might brush your hair.
Awake, no dreams, hearts break too fast.
Sheer off, for like as not you’ll crash.
Go on, this life’s not meant to last;
perhaps this time there’ll be no lash.
Though love is far more than a game,
facets of play yet stay the same.
Is this the treasure that I seek,
a precious stone, a black diamond?
Will I be brave enough to speak,
or lose the moment when I’m stunned?
All I can do, the next step take
and pray God guards from a mistake.
Tale Told 