Upon a sea of doubt in love I drift
Knowing I do not know the way to go
When torrents take my craft so swift
Toward you—I am a boat I cannot row.
So many moons surround you, that my own
Pale beam adds little to your light.
Were I to make my tender feelings known
I fear you would be–oh so graciously–polite.
Stark reality could break my heart
Sooner than love lived only in a dream,
So I will keep my distance, and my life apart
From you, in silent ardor and esteem.
Love knows not how it grows or why,
Nor, in my utter helplessness, do I.