I Leapt Before Looking.

Your thought was about you alone,
when without a rethink, against me
the door of your heart you shut.
Though my tears a runnel formed,
a deluge became; still could not irrigate
your emotion parched heart.

Was my judgement poor
when I thought I knew your heart,
and with eyes closed could walk through it
without stumbling?

Now that your heart,
a hearth for me has become;
was I wrong to had called it a home?
For not being wary maybe I was.

By your charm I was carried away,
just like a myrrh; your sweet fragrance
concealed your acrid taste.
Hence I leapt before looking.

Since you left though that poetry in you
in every other woman I sought yet i
found not.
And for this the more I yearn for you.
This yearning like an inferno is shut
in my heart and my face like a chimney
through which its smoke emits.

My image in the mirror now i dread,
for the shadow of my old self I see.
The words that would bring me serenity,
no one speaks; rather with the dirge,
of a broken steep ewer,
that can not be mended they spite me

But memory of you and I
like an enlarged photograph, eternally
will hang on the wall of my heart.