I Cannot Speak Certainly About My love For You

I cannot
Speak certainly
About my love for you.
 
Because I am not
Made of  
Glass
(Or some other  
Transparent
Material)
I often sit
And contemplate
Its existence.
 
I imagine
My heart is stained
By its color,  
Its shade.
 
I listen for the echoes
Of your footsteps.
For indeed you would strut about
The stank abyss
As its sole inhabitant.
 
I muse
That these pangs I feel
Are clanging bells
As you swing from
The rafters of my heart
Proclaiming your love.
 
I would delight
If any of these things
Of which I speak
Were true,
 
However;
 
I cannot
Speak certainly
About my love for you.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Tanzen Lilly, December 2013