Only This

Enchanted though it is I be,
By thy visage…bewitching me,
I know 'tis only this…no more,
So ye see that's what the tears art for.
For I think of thee…quite truthfully,
In a way suggesting more,
Not merely as someone that I love,
But as someone…I adore--
One to whom…of heart and soul,
I would…so…surrender,
But enchanting as
such thoughts may be,
They have little hope…in reality--
So thus is why thou see the tears,
For though I think of thee,
The tears remind me, that in fact,
Ne'er shall they e'er…be real.