A long time since
she was blown away
by his response
to Bacon’s beauty.
She was worrying
he might be “too intense”,
but still was pondering:
Could he love thus? 110 percent?
She rejoiced at his understanding,
writ with well-worded intelligence,
comprehending the hidden deeper meaning
of what Sir Francis meant.
Then her never-ending silence
left him wondering where she went.
She was not who I/
expected for Valentines./
She left and gave love.*
OR
*She opened a door.
She sought better for/
herself than what I offered/
right then … so she left.
How can I tell you/
of my joyous return when/
you already left?
OR
How can he tell her/
of his joyous return when/
she already left?
How can I tell of/
the joys that I’m feeling deep,/
when she said goodbye?
OR
How can I relate/
the joys that I’m feeling, when/
she already left?
“She left.” That’s all my/
son had to say to unleash/
floodgates of heart pain.