With fond regards

[aeglyn]

"With fond regards"

 

Anxious of hopeful empathy,

I toil my wits to endless bounds

To succor disaffection's grief

And pine a cherished touch so brief

With nary a silent, swallowed sound.

 

Ever vigilant, I labor on

Searching others' warm displays.

Embracing idle, gentle grace

I portray a patient, smiling face

And pray no angst, from me, conveys.

 

I stand, still poised for tender suit

Pressing on in ardent charm

A tender flame's reserve restored

And sweet curiosity explored

So unexpectedly disarmed.

 

-Aeglyn

Feb 2012