in memory

fair maiden,know that i,(perhaps too),weep for fear
of my love's fickleness,of you, for whom
I built so much (in me,most of all).

I would I shed no tear, for it is good
to speak,and hear as this,but in
unbroken silence(most all) broken, i am weak.

thankfully,(how is it so that i am?),
you remain the greater,as you were in
us,(and greater still, perhaps, in you)

lady, I do not know what is to come, but
stay your hand and eye,that I might dream alone
a dream of dreams,of who you thought I was.

-JM