I am shameless, drunken in love with you,
though I pretend this love is something false;
but I've never known such a breathless make
as the mist you cast on my poor, sweet self.
I've never known such a shivering truth,
nor a harsher lie, that some worthy act
might come of this, and the world might grant me
just one wish, that neither our hearts defy.
I don't know your love, nor dare I to ask
for curtains fall, and there are years between –
but I would save my hope, and save my dreams
for only dreams are what love asks of me.
It is in that glow when I look at you –
so dream I shall, of love that would be true.