The confession

For what it’s worth, my word, my truth, is such that-
You may think me bold to speak –
But I must speak as bold as air
For I can hardly breathe

To hold the key to your affection would delight me to no end
My heart can only withstand the howling winds for so long
Before it break or bend
So tell me which way the wind doth blow
North, west, south, or east?
And if the wind is wanting
Will it find its way to me?

– Lucy Schwartz

p.s. I was inspired to write this poem after watching the film “Far From The Madding Crowd”.