To the muse who has broken the walls
Of the feckless and faceless love
That I have been showered with
Since the day I stepped into the ocean
Of admiration and screams and fainting spells
To the muse I offer this gift.
Confession of love from a man
Who could not touch your face or
Hold your hand in public; nor whisper
'I love you' as I should have done before.
My hours are filled, but not of you,
But in my heart I always have you.
When I step down from the plank and see
So many faces, running right and left,
Trying to commit to square history my face
They scream my name and I smile;
And then my heart breaks one more time
For I cannot be with you right now.