Behind
That - I would go with thee, behind some wall
of clear, peaked reasoning, some know it all,
and there, evade my own contention's stall -
Within thy grace and arms, insider's maul
of secrecy - thy besting, thy appall
would grieve me not, as since to thee have poll,
of longing's bittered not, fore'er thy call!
And thee, inspired needing, would not fall
to bitterness, behind some through install
that ventured not, but clung to else of gall.
Would pull thee forward, as my own heart not show
some pulling mattered more, than love to know.
I love thee - as behind thy truth am slow
to change thy fate, but ever seeking grow.
That changing rate of thy esteem, its glow,
an ever chancing mate, a teaming row.
And silence, in its answer, is the stow -
Behind some wall, I love thee - to love so!
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