ONCE BUT LOVED

O lips, so delicate; a
                          
                              feather whispers.

Thine eyes as bright

                              as stars doth fall.

And would thou'st not be

                              in passion; solely

                              encompassing all?

Yet, thou hath touched my

                              heart.

O, that, thou hath but know

                              and reveal thyself

                              as faithfully!

But, alas, such claims may go instead,

                              to quench the thirst

                              of yet another bed.

If this 'tis thy need,

                              then go.

O, God! That I might have been

                              someone that thou could have

                              once but loved.