"Obsession"

 

Dear, every moment, every moment, it is but you

and you;

I cannot speak a word lest any hear your name

dance through;

I cannot lift my eyes lest someone see within your face

And call my love a wanton fancy and a cheap disgrace.

I have hid my thought and hid my meaning from their

shame-squint view,

For every time the thought is yours, and every

meaning's you;

But they will never understand and they will never see

How utterly we two are one, how very utterly.

And they have so bewitched my mind, have cast

so black a spell

I cannot even dare to tell them what I needs must tell:

If words so mock the truth of love, if love must

never be heard,

Why did you, lord of Love, once come and make

yourself the Word?

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