HUSH

HUSH
by Ivan Laurenciano

HUSH I sang of your beauty, 

Told tales of your splendor, 

Said I was spellbound, 

But of my sonnets, you want none 

So I'll hush; keep quiet, 

Saying nothing no more, 

As you wish, 

I'll let it be

 Though these lungs are aching sore 

For to cease of telling, 

My fervid devotion to you,

 Is a halt to my breathing; 

Drawing breath but not exhaling 

I'll shut my lips for good;

 Arresting these torrents, 

Of feelings left unsaid, 

Hoping soon they would ebb,

 But may I ask myself, 

When my breath runs out, 

And when all this is over, 

Am I willing and ready to be sober?