To Noelle

Dear Noelle,
The two of us could be much more,
It occurs to me in thinking o'er
Our heartfelt times and honest words
That strike the very telling chords
Of something intent in the murk
Where softly stirring somethings lurk,
Mention, whisper, and, I find,
Will not go unheard by my mind.
We fear the treason doubtings find
Ingrained in saying my goodbye
To her and letting "you and I"
Blossom, bloom, so let it lie,
Let it wither, let it die.
Many tears will slip my eye,
But I'll consent to never try.
If you wish, want, and will,
From but a tap I'll ask my fill,
Let constraints control its drip,
And watch it slowly trickle, slip
Into a newly broken crack
In my heart, encased in black.
Love?,
He who would be Dylek