Enough Poem by Leanne Brigoli

Pleased to know thy name,
Ought I to know thee more—
Yonder than what I discern,
Into depths of the words thou dost utter.

Ought I to have thee,
Yearning to have us.
If given a chance,
What an eidolon love 'twould be.

Dear of mine,
Thy muse cannot deny—
I loved thee from the start,
'Twas true, 'twas genuine, my love.

I saw those pictures—
Thine eyes gazing into mine.
I said I was over it,
That I should feign no longer.

Let hope now totter,
Let thine heart ponder:
Shall destiny bring us through—
The depths of me and thou?

Let us withhold it thus,
As though we hath not acted so.
Unlearn the things we once did hold,
And chase the life thou long didst seek.

The end is ours,
Or mayhap not.
But for the both of us—
This... is enough.