I doubted though he spoke of love
and never gave the chance to him
to cover me with touches light
and let me see his face above.
I never thought he really meant
the things he said to only me.
I thought he said the same to all.
his faithfullness I neaver dreamt.
From gentle protestations heard
from time to time and never spoken
to my face I felt his heart was out
of his control and his a broken word.
Yet now he opens him to me
and we say and do the things we dream.
This time is coming when the words
will change from me and him to "we.'
Do you know I care for you?
Why can't you see it in my look?
I can't just say it to your face —
instead, I recommend a book.
I start up conversation when I can
and make you see me every day
as a man who cannot reach you …
wants you … needs you … in that way.
My words and looks and touches
are unseen as though you're blind
I'm somehow fare beyond your reach
though only in your mind.
You feel that I'm beyond your reach
It doesn't matter, don't you see?
You reach can match your grasp, Dear Lex,
I feel for you as you for me …