Feb.
10, 1973 3:00 a.m. 
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"For Emma"
I wish I could tell you How much you mean to me now. I wish I could say that I loved you Your eyes tell me all I want to know, As you refuse me. I wish I were closer with you. I wish I could say comforting phrases. What am I but a poet? And what are words but poetry? Sometimes I believe the poetry in you Was meant for me. But I assume too much, As usual. I will not try to steal you From yourself. I will not try to impose Myself upon you. I will remain "just friends" For as long as youn like. You see, You can't hurt me, So please don't feel bad. I don't think I love you... Anyway... Yet... I've been down so much lately, I only want a way out, And I'm sorry if I were "improper" I need you as a friend I want to be with you. And I want to forget past relations. I don't make sense I know I only know if I think anymore about you. I will fall in love And I'm only sorry I'll make you feel bad In the process.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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