September

Obsessive loves of Summer have passed
And left me in memory of lives
That never could be but a few.  I never said   

What I felt the moment you told me that 
"Love could come to you"
I feared you saw the death's head 
Topping my shoulders,
Like seems to me with all I meet,
My heart always on my sleeve.

I never said, although
I know it's a thing oft said,
And even sometimes to me,
But seldom is it said
So that I feel: It could be she 
That is the one,
Who could fall in love with me

I never said ,the thought  
Most on my mind:

		"Let it be she,
		let it be thee."


		To hold it close
		Is safe,  so without
		embarrassment.
		I can fade.