Do you want me or is it only that
you want me to want you?
- which obviously I do,
but this is no fair match, no tit-for-tat
of old endearments. If, like me, you knew,
you wouldn’t hesitate
or smile and make me wait
when love’s naïve reply is overdue.
II
I wonder if it's still all right
to say I love you even though
it’s plain you don’t love me. If so
then maybe one more time: tonight
my love’s as strong and slow
as this hand which beneath this light
is moved to write, in black and white,
of nothing more than what I know.
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