The Way of a Woman

I might love endlessly,

You, yes, just you.

Vast expanses of that want,

That which wants to be loved

By you, yes, just you.

What need is there to

Tame the shrew if she,

—and she had,

Already fallen for you.

Yes—just you.

I might love boundlessly,

Love that spares safety

Tape by cliff sides just

For you, yes, just you.

And smile worn skyward,

Holding for a moment true,

I would be all the more a fool,

A gauntly, grinning fool,

To think that you, yes, you,

Might love me too