Poem By Mihai Cosmescu
It is today I think of you the most.
You, whom I've known for centuries, and here's
These lines I'm writing now, oh, not to boast
That I have known you, but that I have fears
Of what you are, of what I hope you'll be
Of what I want, in abnormality,
Of all I knew was right and have forsaken,
And which my soul, alas! has overtaken.
Perhaps you take me for no more than jest,
Perhaps I am to you a little more...
But I have learned to take the waves abreast,
And so I come to thee, up to your door,
To thee, to me, to what I dream shall be,
Up to thine heart, in abnormality,
And, almost, I expect to be forsaken,
As I have been before, and undertaken.