My eyes are summer-dew wet
by Uriah Hamilton
with tears and sunset red
beneath the fading evenings of regret.
It was my desperate and sincere intention
to fall in love with you,
I didn't even seek or expect
merely your clear-dawn understanding
how I felt.
You're a clever and perceptive woman,
thus, nothing I do is shrouded in secrecy,
but please, don't consider me a jealous guy
staggering drunkenly at the thought
of another's tight embrace of your lovely waist:
If you're happy, I can let anything slide
and make my way to a new sunrise.
6: 27AM 1-1-2018