Though You Tell Me Not

By Evangeline Guerrero
I know you love me, though you tell me not, I know you
hold me captive for always In the strong nets of your life,
Celestial thurible of a perennial dream.
Though you tell me not that without me You cannot live.
My desire tells me tis all true: That many sad flowers girdle
Your forehead If when depressed, you think of an
Awakening.
What shall I tell you? I look at you and I am silent. Well
do you comprehend now my deep Silence. The star turned
flower in the distant sky Contemplates its shadow on the
waters Without fear.
Let my sorrow on your breast repose, Like a weary traveling
dove. Beneath the tepid shade of the tranquil Orchard Let us
the kind caress of peace enjoy.
May repose be a song, a serenade, While in the hour serene
We baste. The ripened dreams of past epochs That with
Effluvium fill our old souls.
Though you tell me not you think of me, That all of me in
your heart you keep. Return to remembrance shall I and
finding You, though you tell me not I shall know that It is
love!