Of Danielle... was written the summer before last summer. It is a poem about conflict in infidelity, i'm trying to make people feel how torn one can be by both being in desperate love with somebody, and not wanting to be the "other party".
Of Danielle...
Chaste not caress of loving hands,
and act this very day.
Then bow to passions sweet demands,
lest treasures slip away.
Fear not betrayals you've been through,
lies told to hide desire,
but let this thing take hold of you,
consume you like a fire.
What sweeter torture could we take
than to let love grow in vain?
Then what sweeter love could we then make,
but to consumate the pain?
Some play it safe, some twist the rules,
some throw up walls of stone.
I'd rather be laughed at by fools,
than die bitter and alone.