MAY-SEPTEMBER LOVE
April Poetry Month
Poem 8
To call you boy
Would be a misnomer
On the cusp,
but not yet a man.
A pureness in your eyes,
Innocence, not yet tainted
Reminds me of yesterday
When love was new to me.
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I deny myself
That there could be between us,
An understanding greater than friendship.
Because I can bear my own denial, not yours,
I reject myself so that you
Need not reject me.
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I hide tears in the night,
That you may only know me smiling.
©Ann Davis-Adele Haverty 1980
