I would very much like to claim right to this love poem but, no

it was written by a very dear friend of mine, KP.


If You But Knew


If You But Knew

 If you but knew
How all my days seemed filled with dreams of you;
How sometimes in the silent night
Your eyes thrill through me with their tender light,
How oft I hear your voice when others speak,
How you 'mid other forms I seek-
Oh, love more real than though such dreams were true
If you but knew...

Could you but guess
How you alone make all my happiness;
How I am more than willing for your sake
To stand alone, give all, and nothing take,
Nor chafe to think you bound, while I am free,
Quite free, till death to love you silently,
Could you but guess...

Could you but learn
How when you doubt my truth I sadly yearn
To tell you all, to stand for one brief space,
Unfettered, soul to soul, and face to face,
To crown you king, my king, till life shall end,
My lover and likewise, my truest friend,
Would you love me, dearest, as fondly in return,
Could you but learn?


This poem was written by K. Patten