He who has a heart of silver

He who has a heart of silver, 

shall never tell the nightingale 

how to pronounce my name. 

As much as I desire him 

to look in my eyes 

and remember me 

I know that bathing in his smile 

is all that I'll be granted. 

And when his smile 

moves deep into his eyes, 

my heart goes sometimes icy cold 

and drops 

as far as leaden stone can drop ... 

for while I feel his smile 

and know the truth of it, 

I also know that he will never smile 

for me the way I hope. 

So I can only look and feel and wish, 

and some days give a full smile back to him, 

while other days I feel that surely 

all his closeness will destroy me ... 

19.5.18 Lilly Y L