I never knew I could love you so much.
In learning to know the feel of your soul,
I find it's tender but bold, free but yet old,
As wise as the sea and enveloping me,
With its grasp, and its tugs,
Like one of your hugs.
I try to hold in what bursts from within,
With logic and searching for signs of a fall,
But near shore, the sharp edges of lime,
That have ripped up my heart time after time,
Flashing in my sight,
Through breaking surf and moonlight,
Can't force to mind enough fear of the pain,
To keep the golden-silk butterfly entangled in chains,
And not free to give, its reason to live.
SCA 1986