grows like a dry sponge held under the tap
until my heart swells to bursting
and overflows through my eyes
in tears not of sadness
but in gramercy and grace
with a little melancholy mixt
for the time and the place
whisper "what if"
a midnight kiss unanswered
for fear it was given
in somnolent confusion
and that its return
would be an intrusion
or considered the product
of a wanton delusion
mind confounded compounded
with compassion
conferring such emotion
immense and overwhelming
abundance marking
in stark contrast all that preceded
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