Love Me, but Not Too Much

Our love, given life
angels' breath via a golden pipe.
A delicate glass sculpture
designed to represent Venus.
If love has promise, let it be us.

Did I believe you invincible?
You can not part the sea,
or make blind men see.
Did I think you could glue
shattered parts of me?

Perhaps clues, puzzle pieces,
a crumbled love letter.
Pricked my finger with a pin,
blood from another battle
no one could win.

I live in my fantasy world.
No one has a key.
My bright shining knight,
you never had a chance
loving a woman, lost in her past.

Do not be overwhelmed,
a futile task that doesn't matter.
The glue won't stick.
If I made sense,
a boring woman I would be.

By Kathie Stehr
edited 2020