Obscenities

Too true, I have grown bitter, old and tired
And drag myself across each weary day –
My hands are empty, empty they will stay:
You deem indecent what I've so desired.

I hoped that I could watch you as you shed
Your clothes as I admire you, very much,
And maybe – maybe – sometimes even touch
Your loveliness as we prepared for bed –

I hoped that I could take you in my arms
And smile into your eyes, and hold you tight –
We could be one together, all the night,
Glad and bewitched by loving's magic charms

And I still wish it wouldn't sap my strength
To tell you how I love the bloom you wear...
For such profanities you do not care
And you will tell me so at bitter length

And sneering tear my ragged hopes apart:
You say that what to me seems utter bliss
Is worthless stuff that you would never miss,
And force my hopeless words back in my heart.