Careless

Careless

If all arranged romance gather
In an array of sweet together
What must we two call what we have
If we hold each other like angels above
As we cuddle and tenderly kiss
Eagerly groping what we both miss;
Not one of us knows how or where it grows
The utter silence they offer-these corridors.
Words trickle, fading any flicker
A glimmer of hope cannot even cope
In all the meaningless caress
None of these I cannot bless
For the heart has gone frozen
Though these hands have become brazen.
So let me be a lamb, meeker
Much more than I am weaker
For tomorrow might never come
But be glad you are here, so I am.