(The Springs wishes to thank Fabrice for sharing his poetry with us this week. We look forward to his next time by–The Eds.)

Perhaps you resist what you can see so clearly

the words I am barely able to hold a secret

the moments I try to steal for a little glee.

Strange world we live in where love is taboo

that you cannot give everything to the one you love

without fear of a rejection that will vanish your heart.

You see, my dear, I too hold a heart in my chest

one that have been yours for more than a decade

I cannot quite see why it is so hard for you to welcome it.

I am but a little thing trapped in this world for a short while

brought to your realm in spite of myself by a strange power

I cannot fathom any other reason for my presence near you.

Today I see you from such a great distance, why

do you so remove all hope of a dream land without

the laughs, the gentle gifts, the lovely proximity.

It is a new year, perhaps an innate resolution

the space made of a void never to be filled

is it such pain for you to enjoy the future in peace?

Thus, I ask again, possibly of the universe;

what is so wrong with loving you when

I merely want to give you the peace of a loving heart?

Fabrice Poussin