PLEA

PLEA – 25 mar 02

I know I was presumptuous, that achieve

The gorgeous face the whimsical presented

In that night of summer, to believe -----

Was but a breach of trust and you resented

In such a way that you'd feel inclined

To tell nothing was meant, but a face

You'd shown everyone, unsigned

By any hidden message, not a grace.

And that you intended writing back no more,

So that I would quite understand

That you'd recant, sidestep, disclaim.

But that you should simply ignore!

That all my dreams you would just blend

With dried leaves swept down by rain.