Poem 17

No meter but with rhymes. 

I don't know what kind of poem to call this and I won't pretend to know.

 It's just a poem I wrote that I thought I'd show.

It seems that everyday that I come in and see you

I feel like I can't speak, looking through your clear eyes.

Even though I can feel coldness when you knew,

With the decision you made, I can only respect and realize.
In this I wish for you to stay forever alive and not in vain, 

For to me, you're more remarkable than what others see, 

Even when you'd think a glimpse is what you may attain, 

You've changed a lot in me, for that, you mean more to me.

Your coldness did not matter, for your kindness did measure

The weight of my actions - follies! All were a fool's act.

Were they to you? Nevertheless, you did not impose or lure

My childish self into embarrassment or shame's track.

For you, I would've thrown everything aside.

But you - you knew there was more than one side.

(alt. 3rd quatrain and sestet)

A shame, yes, the follies I've done.

And yet, in youth's time, it was all for love. Say,

Would you have loved me if I had none?

Of the childish ways I once displayed all day.

What sadness looms as I end this recall,

Of a woman I knew nothing at all.