You Soothe

You soothe so true with words so beautiful,
Like fingers of your hand on my hot brow,
That I am cool, collected, like warm jewel,
Sending, for so it should, soft gleamings now,
Which glad your eyes with sight they like much more
Than wild, confusing brilliants shone before.
Once rock, then stone, now diamond in the rough,
I give a glow—Oh heart, is it enough?
I’d burn not eyes to have you see me true,
But is my light unfailing light to you?
Steady, sure and steady, flow, you beams,
Small suns without, inside, large starry dreams.
Then, maybe, she will come to love you so
She’ll clasp you round, your painless warmth to know.

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