A man
What might thee be to mine eyes?
A flower of the field has but a view that may be approached,
Then sun upon high may only be seen from afar out of reach,
However I like neither the closeness nor the space of either,
Yet to others they hold such beauty as though they were wonderful.
For one without the other shall be found lacking,
Lacking to the heart that cries for love,
For it is I who am the sun in life,
Such as you are but the flower in the field,
Drawn to each other we are so far apart,
Might my touch be so great yet so far as to not be able to hold you?
For this I do not find the beauty in these.
I am a man, as you are a woman,
My arms shall hold unto you forever,
But my arms shall never let you go,
So take your sun along with the flower,
I shall be a man, and man is what I shall be for you.
Matthew Scott Geyer
Journeyman
