Sweetheart At Least

Sweetheart At Least

I surprise myself once again...
for what was isn't, now is not then.
Yet felt is not gone; we're not done.
Incredible linkages we have won.

I feel much stronger than I should...
both for myself and what you would.
Perhaps some healing is delusion
when one suddenly revives collusion.

But you know my fond illusion:
I believe us capable of rapt fusion.
My fondness for you over 30 years
overcomes and buries my fears.

With you I could be so reckless;
to you there's nothing I'd not confess.

Yet, knowing what you don't want,
I'm not likely to do more than bunt.
I intend to be as casual as I can be,
remain in work mode... let you free
to be or not with me and my plan.
But heart's not mind... and I'm a man.

So forgive my attachment please
if it ever infringes peace or ease.
Anything I can do yours for asking...
but feigning disinterest is tasking!

(Let me call you Sweetheart at least.)

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